your friends and your enemies They love you, they love you "Cheche, get the YAYO" Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the traiN "Cheche, get the YAYO" Picture
wont trouble nobody) The judges said dont trouble nobody (can't trouble nobody) Probation said dont trouble nobody (wont trouble nobody) Stay outta trouble dont trouble nobody (wont trouble
: [Chorus] Realizing livin life for me, always gettin into trouble Cuz, im so fly Im on a whole nother level Left the block, and now im smiling countin
Everything was exactly the way that it seems Woke up this morning and I looked at the same old page Same ol' rat race Life in the same ol' cage. I don
livin that street life. Nigga Imma let it fool round and get war. Niggas is plottin that 2-11, thats why I got heat for armageddon. Picture Lay on his
my eyes I'm ready to die And I hope my mama really loves me 'Cause daddy's bye-bye Inner pride with the Ripsta Let 'em hit ya with the scripture Picture
watch the traffic pass me by In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss Someday mister I'm gonna lead a better life than this (Chorus) Working
with love, so when tear drops fall from me like rain from above, I can brush my troubles away, know that deep down inside, I got sun shining in my life
they treat me like another I'm cheatin but do I love her, well more than any other So it's personal, to paint you this type of picture When your wife
me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life
: I'm ridin' high on the freeway late at night I got some trouble on my mind 'cause my shit ain't right I'm comin' short on the real money, a nigga broke
A kid on the train is restrained and detained Each year thousands of woman are abducted from the Ukrain And thats the smell of trouble developements crumble Several boroughs spell trouble
no end So you button up the buttons Say goodbye to what has been Those black and white pictures That file through your veins That's the trouble with the
life in Your hands Are we afraid to say Your name Is it because we want the fame Did my homeboy have to take his life That homeless man's outside tonight When trouble
In these troublin' times a nigga like me be thinkin' of rhymes that makes my quarters nickels plus my pennies and my dimes stack Don't be lookin' for trouble
when I was born (what) Pardon me, I rephrase it departed mami wounded decaying I look at the bright sight That the fact that I got a life sight Born '
mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it's just an intro Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it Writing, across the stomach spell GOD son Life is
: Come into my life Regress into a dream We will hide Build a new reality Draw another picture Of the life you could have had Follow your instincts And