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  1. Trouble

Lyrics

Trouble © 8-17-13 (revised 7-20-19)

They say... I ain’t nuttin’ but Trouble... They say... I ain’t nuttin’ but Trouble... They say... I ain’t nuttin’ but Trouble... They say... I ain’t nuttin’ but Trouble...



V.1
What you know about Smokin on Camels... and I ain’t talkin bout Cigarettes... I’m talkin bout the Sig... plenty ammo... leave your chest wet...

My Nineteen Forty Five... it’s a Seventeen Shot... picture the Indoor Pool... Picture my start on the Block...

And makin’ money’s Infectious... Social Costs of the Hood... you ain’t Impressive til you Made it out these Streets for Good...

I did my groundwork... (INDEED)... this a Full time Job... Spottin all the Weak cats... that infiltrated the Mob...

I’m gynephpbic... yea... I don’t like you Pussies at all... and to that same Mawk that said I Couldn’t Walk befo’ I Crawl...

And all you weak lil Punks... that Embroider the Truth... look homey... I’m Royalty... the Don a Hunid Proof...

I Ain’tcha average Bryan Banks... but I been Falsely Accused... Atlanta Falcons don’t draft me... I can’t Count on the Jews...

So I... Interact with the Cats... that Go for Broke like me... my Global Village of real Homeys that’s Dope like Me...



They say... I ain’t nuttin’ but Trouble... They say... I ain’t nuttin’ but Trouble... They say... I ain’t nuttin’ but Trouble... They say... I ain’t nuttin’ but Trouble...

(You can tell I took all the Cuss Words Out)...


V.2
They don’t tell you Success rates... they tell you it’s Cemeteries... jails and prison gates...

You ask’em to Help Some... they tell you it ain’t None... or feed you a Few Crumbs...

And sell you a Strategy... of how you can Kill Homeys... you ask for a Chance... they tell you... Pop you a Pill Homey...

And tell you Some Foolishness... (bout Five Hunid Homicides)... Quotin’ the Statisticians... forget to remind you... ten thousand Chances of Livin’...

You go and ask for Assistance... a shot to Succeed... they tell you how many was shot... how many No longer Breathe...

Then hide the fact Twenty Six Million Blacks... Was Dumped in the Ocean... then Deny your Sentence Motion and Promote Frank Ocean...

Fruity Frank’ll sell Records... you’ll get thrown in a Cell... and I’m despised... Cuz I want my Bank fat as Adele...

And crackas say I’m Unruly... committed Rule Infractions... til I Rule the Whole World... it’s Benjamins and the Jacksons... Benjamins and the Jacksons...



They say... I ain’t nuttin’ but Trouble... They say... I ain’t nuttin’ but Trouble... They say... I ain’t nuttin’ but Trouble... They say... I ain’t nuttin’ but Trouble...