2Pac’s Troublesome ’96 Lyrics

[in background throughout song]
la la la lala la… all ya niggaz die

troublesome nigga
Troublesome 19-motherfucking-96
Let it be known nigga
the boss of all bosses

Menacing methods
Label me a lethal weapon
Making niggas die
Witnessing breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan?
To be the man
In this wicked land
Underhanded hits are planned
These scams are plotted
Over grams of rocks
And undercover agents die by the random shots
We all die in the end so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends
Fuck friends and foes
Me a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Got me a dog and named him mobb-bitch nigga eater
??What could they do to me you little brat??
Shit them niggas done shot me
And still terrified I get (HaHaHa) they ass
How can I show you how I feel inside?
We Outlawz motherfuckers can’t kill my pride
Niggaz talk alot of shit but thats after I’m gone
Cuz they fear me in the physical form
Let it be known I’m troublesome

(2Pac talking)
Troublesome nigga
We put it down to the fullest
Spitting rhymes and bullets
Ya’ll know what time it is
Call the punk police they can’t stop us
Niggas run the streets Haha..

Gutter ways
My mentality is ghetto
A guerrilla in this criminal war we all rebels
Death before dishonor
Bet I bomb on em first
Niggas knew we came for murder
Pulling up in the hurse
Westside was the warcry
Busting on friendly’s
Screaming fuck all ya’ll niggas in Swahili
Pistol packing fresh outta jail
I ain’t going back
Release me to the care of my heartless trap
Say my name three times like Candyman
Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche
A sole survivor
Learn to get high and pull drive-bys
Murder my foes, can’t control my nine
Hearing thoughts of my enemies pleading please
Buster ass motherfuckers tried to flea
Picture me letting this chump survive
Ran up on his ass when I dump he died
Cuz I’m troublesome

(2Pac talking)
Young, strapped, and I don’t give a fuck
I’m hopelesssss
I live a thuglife losing my focus baby
I’m troublesome
Badboy Killa
There is no one realler
What you saw was the rough rugged and raw

Murder, Murder my mind state
Shit ain’t changed since my last rhyme
The crime rate ain’t declined
Niggas busting shots like they lost they minds
Like 25-2-Life never crossed they mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thing
Dead at 13 cuz he yearned to bang
Sent alot of flowers
But how could I cry?
Tried to warn the little nigga
Either stop or die
Mercy is for the weak
When I speak I scream
Afraid to spleep
I’m having crazy dreams
Vivid pictures of my enemies family times
God forgive me cuz its wrong
But I plan to die
Either take me in heaven
And understand I was a G
Did the best I could raised in insanity
Or send me to hell
Cuz I ain’t begging for my life
Ain’t nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life
I’m troublesome

(2Pac speaking)
In your wildest dreams
You couldn’t picture a nigga like me
I’m troublesome
I don’t give a fuck
ima troublesome
like my nigga napolean said nigga somebody gotta explain why i aint got shit
im troublesome
you know what time it is
the outlaw click
young rugged and sick
makaveli the don
the boss of all bosses
mussolini, edi mean, whosane fatal, kadafi, kastro
napolean, komani
we aint fucking around
hey yo
we troublesome
young kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash
he going for the hos and the cash
fuck you niggas
kadafee ?? tight never sloppy
them other motherfuckers try to copy
but they cant mock u nigga u 2 strong
outlaw keep it going up
you know wassup
outlaws outlaws
outlaws outlaws
this is dedicated to the real niggas
all the real troublesome soldiers on the streets