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 We still bad boys killas, y'all don't fill us 
 
Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon 
Making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections 
Can you picture my specific plan 
To be the man in this wicked land 
Underhanded hits are planned 
 
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks 
Undercover agents die by the random shots 
We all die in the end, so the feds we swore 
I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes 
 
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata 
Got me a dog, get nigga mobb, bitch, nigga eater 
What could they do to me that little brat? 
Shit them, niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get their ass 
 
How can I show you how I feel inside? 
We outlawz motherfuckas, can't kill my pride 
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone 
'Cause, they fear me in physical form let it be known 
I'm troublesome 
 
Tra la la la, all you niggas die, troublesome 
 
Oh, gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto 
We're guerrillas in this criminal war, we all rebels 
Death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do 
We came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse 
 
West side was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming, "Fuck" 
All ya'll niggas in Swahili 
Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back 
Release me to care of my heartless strap 
 
Say my name three times, like Candyman 
Bet, I roll on your ass like an avalanche 
A soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys 
Burned my folks, can't control my nine 
 
Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', "Please" 
Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee 
Picture me lettin' this chump survive 
Redin' up on his ass when I'm doped and died, 'cause 
 
Tra la la la, all you niggas die, troublesome 
 
Murder, murder my mind states 
Shit ain't change since my last rhyme 
The crime rate ain't decline 
Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind 
Like twenty five to life never crossed their mind 
 
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang 
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang 
Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry 
Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die 
 
Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream 
Afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams 
Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times 
Lord, forgive me, 'cause I'm wrong but I plan to die 
 
Now, either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep 
Did the best I could, raised in insanity 
Or send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life 
Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life 
Cause, I'm troublesome 
 
La la la, all you niggas die 
  
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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