the nights we stayed up all too late The red and white stripes, they would blend Them warm, washed-out lips Ripped magazines to you is all I could send Troubled
lethal weapon Making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections Can you picture my specific plan To be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits
: There must be lights burning brighter somewhere Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue If I can dream of a better land Where all my brothers
Bubba hubba lubba dubba dilly Tell me why you talk so silly, bitch You sound like you come from the land of the bigots Jolly old Dickens, the land of
wrestle with the pitbulls For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we empty pistols Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on some Lofts of land or maybe
way and say "Baby, I'm gonna take you home with me tonight" Outside the streets is shaking and I hear the windows breaking Some poor fool's gonna land
faltered One world, one soul Time pass, the river roll And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication and silent replies that swirl invitation flow dark and troubled
has trouble acting normal when she's nervous Round here we're carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk, talk just like
Who I'm is? Call Me trouble-man Always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand Chevy's all Colors man (repeat) Aye, who I'm is? Call me trouble-man Stayed in some trouble
: Talk to my troubled brain, if yon can feel my pain, so much hurting that's living in my head Now I can barely breathe, and now my heart's disease
: Talk to my troubled brain If you can feel my pain So much hurting that's living in my head Now I can barely breathe And now my heart's disease And
fan the fire Come on along Little children starving in foreign land, talk about it, brother Oh, man afraid to take his brother's hand (Fan the fire, fan the fire) Woman in trouble
went out into the big green meadow. On the branch of a big tree sat a little bird. ``All is quiet'', said the bird. ``Holy cow! A talking bird!'', thought
stomach Skull on my chest, nine millimeter in my pocket Ready to buck on the crowd As long as that one little nigga Sagging and bragging and talking loud Talking
City that's right Hood down, hands up Red 'Lord Of The Ring' clean, lookin' for that precious I'm talking weed and women when the trouble come I'm 'bout
We talk shit 'cause we are the shit Never looked back since we started it When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it 'Til the wheels fall of, shaking
't you worry Ghetto life (Talkin' 'bout ghetto life) Talking 'bout ghetto life Ghetto life, baby (Talkin' 'bout ghetto life) Life, life Ghetto life, la la, la la, life (Talkin
