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Artista: Game
Album: Untold Story Volume II
Cancion: Troublesome
 
 
[The Game]
Im too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I creep
I put five in your Jeep, leave a nigga sleep
Now you six feet deep over bullshit
Got a mac-10 mouth, aint never pull shit
The ghetto dont make Gs, it mold niggaz, get down or lay down
like Beanie Mac told niggaz or meet the fo-fo nigga
I let them guns blow, nigga Im a rider
Thug Life til I die, Black Wall Street behind us
Im a "Menace II Society," fuck Caine and O-Dog
I got the caine and the Os, dawg
Im gangsta like Hennessy and Alize, Thug Passion
Ride or die til they kill me or put me in "Thugz Mansion"
Gangbangin, this California lifestyle got me heated
They want me buried, so I dont leave without the Desert Eagle
Shoot first, ask questions on my way to county jail
Kill a nigga over my chain cause I know Ima make bail
Im troublesome

[The Game]
"If I Die Tonite" - "Bury Me a G" amongst rap legends
Cause I spit bullets in rhymes, 16s and 9s
I keep a vest and a weapon, my baby momma got me stressin
Prayin on my knees every night askin God is there a heaven?
So here is my confession to my unborn child
Them five shots couldnt drop me, but I aint take em and smile
I lost a lot of my niggaz to gangbangin and digits
One figure on the trigger dawg I live the life of a sinner
These motherfuckers wanna see me doin life in the pen
Im a Outlaw, and the West coast is ridin again
My competition is none, Im on a mission with guns
Starin death in the eyes, 20 niggaz deep when we ride
My enemies is bitches, they plottin on my riches
Cant walk in the streets without the paparazzi takin pictures
Label me a made nigga, all the way from Compton to Boston
These niggaz keep talkin I leave em dead in a coffin
Im troublesome

[The Game]
Money over bitches is my motto in the streets Im known for catchin hollows
Packin pistols and drinkin Belve and Grey Goose out the bottle
No role models, only killers and fiends
Witness my nigga strapped with gats and army fatigues
If its murder he wrote it, if Im lyin let the XXL quote it
And know that Im strictly a rap poet
Baptized in my own tears, chastized by my own peers
Im a product of my childhood years
My mother told me Im HOPELESS, my pops wasnt around
One of the reasons why Im clutchin the pound
California dreamin, chronic smoke out the beamer
One hand on the nina schemin got these hooptie bitches screamin
They know that Im celebrity, keep them cop killers in the clip
And watch my back is what my niggaz keep tellin me
21 years old, no felonies, so I ride with the Desert
And pay homage to the hardest rap legend
Im troublesome
 
 
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