Troublesome Lyrics by 2pac

Troublesome

Born to wreck shit, poppin bubble gum
Others call me up, but momma call me troublesome
Learned to shoot a gun, before I learned to read or write
Never touched a pipe, made my money every night
Till I gotta [ride], a motherfuckin Benz
Bitch talked to every snitch, they jeapordized me gettin rich
Only fifteen at a spot full of rock teens
Full of hard knocks, ready to clock, FUCK the cops [yeah!]
And we was fat like Trump
Every nigga packed a pump, so time to be poppin trunks
I stood at the top of the organization
Ready to pop a cop with no hesitations [fuck the police] yeah
Now I'm makin all the others run
Cause here it comes, look out for brother troublesome

Yeah y'all, hehe
A nigga named Troublesome

I learned from my mistakes I'm twenty-one now
I gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battle
Ain't old enough to save but I behave just like a true vet
That's cause for all the dirt I did and dirt I didn't do yet
Tryin to pop my pistol for a profit
Copper tried to stop I didn't drop and so he got it [yeah]
And I don't give a fuck about it
[Aiyyo you think you'll ever quit this shit?] I doubt it
So why not take all of me
Cause I just love to be the nigga that nobody else has the balls to be
These suckers always searchin for me, with funk
They in a hurry to get buried with they locs up
And once I let my gun pop
Another motherfucker drops
I smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indo
Crack through your window, nigga where the fuck the ya-yo?
You tried to hesitate I couldn't wait to rush him
I didn't trust him, he sneezed and I had to bust him
I'm criminal I'm workin doin wicked shit
So catch a Christmas cause I'm murderin your witnesses, I'm troublesome

Yeah!
Yeah, a nigga named Troublesome

Now I'm on top got plenty open
I ain't no fuckin joke so you can label me King of Oakland, huh
As I sit back and rake my, dough in
I let my money grown in just got rich off what they owin, huh
And flippin hoes, there's no open
Keepin a sister broke I'd rather take it from the token [give it up]
A psychopath when provoked then
all you see is smoke I pull a pistol from my, coat
I told you we ain't havin it [c'mere]
Give up the dough, reached for his coat, started grabbin it
Bang bang! Was the sound as I jetted
A bullet in the head so the sucker don't forget it
But I knew that I'd be dead soon
Crime in my head, makin decisions in my bedroom
I see task at my front do' [ahh shit]
But I ain't goin alive, so what the fuck these niggaz come fo'
Just because you got a vest don't mean you escape from death [bitch]
I put this AK to your chest it'll take your entire breath
Threw a grenade in the front yard
Six cops lunged then got crunched, here they come God
The other cops are closin in
Deja vu, what do I do, here we go again [here we go again]
I'd rather take my life than have these suckers clown me
When they found me, they call me troublesome

Troublesome, word up
Uptown, they got a Troublesome
In Crooklyn, they got a Troublesome
In the Bronx, they got a Troublesome
In Uptown, they got a Troublesome
South South Bronx, they got a Troublesome
The jungle, they got a Troublesome
Washington D.C. troublesome
Baltimore [troublesome] Miami
Troublesome, Seattle
All over this motherfuckin country [troublesome]
in every single ghetto [troublesome]
As long as there ain't money there's gonna be troublesome
Troublesome, word up
Troublesome
Troublesome, troublesome
Troublesome
My nigga named Troublesome