Songtexte:
Trouble Bastards Will Pay

Übersetzung: Ärger. Bastards Will Pay.

You make our rules Then you make us fight your stupid wars That's going too far Come on people, let me hear you say You Bastards, you're gonna pay You

's 99 players check your game Make sure them young boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready Cause the streets will catch

Milds to the plastic the last trial was kinda drastic limo driver got his ass kicked, tryin to sue us BUT YOU LOST YOU FUCKIN BASTARD! I'm A-1 Yola juss

Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood sucker Fat motherfucker, now looks who's in trouble

phony never been hollywood always been 'bout the hood if you was lookin for trouble we got it good strive a murda like real true gotta should buck em all with a pump now that will

fuck your cigarette Fuck that phone call, motherfucker I'll be out this motherfucker in a few days I'll pay these bitches back in spades Punk ass bastards

nigga Nigga fuck some rules it's time to pay yo fuckin' dues Bustin' heads is what we do bitch go get yo fucking crew And we will destroy you hoes wit

motherfuckin' enemies get the death penalty No exceptions, absolutely none Everybody dies, everybody Verse 1: [willie d] You ain't followin' the leader 'Less you followin' me It's willie