Produced By: J.Z. Released on Def Jam’s How to be a Player OST (Def Jam, 1997). This track is also known as Troublesome 92′ by reference to the “Troublesome 96” from Death Row’s Greatest Hits. “Troublesome was after 2Pacalypse a new Pac’s alias chosen after the media troubles about his first album.
[Verse 1] Born to wreck shit, poppin’ bubble gum
Others call me Yum, 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 motherfuckin’ Benz (benz)
Bitch talked to every snitch, they jeopardized 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 (fuck the police) yeah
Now I’m makin’ all the others run
Cause here it comes, look out for brother troublesome
[Interlude] Yeah y’all, hehe
A nigga named Troublesome
[Verse 2] 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 we got it (yeah)
And I don’t give a fuck about it
(Aiyyo 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 loc’s up (see ya)
And once I let my gun pop
Another motherfucker drops
I smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indo
Crack through your window, nigga where the fuck 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
[Interlude] Yeah!
Yeah, a nigga named Troublesome
[Verse 3] Now I’m on top got plenty dope in
I ain’t no fuckin’ 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 (c’mere)
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 fuck these niggas come fo’
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
Source: Rapgenius, 2Paclegacy
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