The brand new dope game [Chorus] [Sho] I'm the trouble [Chorus] [Sho] I'm the trouble [Chorus] [Sho] I'm the trouble [Chorus] [Sho] I'm the trouble
knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive
the life for me Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm bustin on ni**az until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military means in my
One Knows My Struggle, They Only See The Trouble Not Knowin It's Hard To Carry On When No One Loves You Picture Me Inside The Misery Of Poverty No Man
mayor's daughter, Now that there's kidnap, but she was wit' us so I brought her. Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble, Double-crossed by the law
y'all motherfuckers man! Do you know who the fuck I am?) {*beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks*} Right {*duct tape being unrolled*} Sho
drug expert Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt Looking flossy living costly Off the edge, out of state They gots to break bread, for sho I
We (inny?) like Wendy's it's my way we robbin' the game I'm throwin' them thangs, I swang with the pain, deranged To vertical murders sho dumpin' on
Rocker! T-9 E-40 Jellysickle, yo [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] They hate it when you bubble See 'em in they huddles always making trouble (What? Who?) Jealous fellas man
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 man
it ain't Cause my grind is to shine, I'm as real as they come And In case you didn't know, I'm tha man where I'm from Ask em who rock ice on tha west (
: (feat. Sarah Green) [Lupe Fiasco] Uhh, Food & Liquor Yeah, my man said he wanted somethin real.. real.. real.. real.. real Somethin he could recognize
Snoop? Man hell naw, I been callin that nigga since Starsky & Hutch I ain't fin' to call that nigga no more man Tchk, oh like that? Man f'real man,
cali drug expert Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt Looking flossy living costly Off the edge, out of state They gots to break bread, for sho
Bring me My bright red fluro jacket He?s fat and he don?t run too fast (well you're walkin and talkin) But he?s faster than me ('sho my walkie talkie man
herself for doin' what she done It wasn't fun, she moved us in the ghetto slums So what you think about myself 'cause I'm a grown man A bad man, survival
Check this out man, 'cuz you know I ain't that type niggie I scoop the dice, once or twice then the riggie, riggie Dangle roll shot, is a fa sho shot
the fuck I am I will have you killed nigga You better untie me motherfucker Fuck y'all motherfuckers man Do you know who the fuck I am? Right ,sho' you