2Pac and Tupac Shakur - Troublesome Lyrics

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

'Til I gotta (ride), a motherf*ckin' 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 (f*ck 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 f*ck about it
(Ah-yo 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 motherf*cker drops
I smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indo
Crack through your window, nigga where the f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 (come here)
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 f*ck these niggas come for
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 motherf*ckin' 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