I’m just a hood nigga, I ain’t never had shit
Just a bad attitude and a bad bitch
Duffle back full of 2’s and I have bricks
30, 40, 50 grand in the mattress
Living on the edge, just a happy dawg
I’m fucked up in the head, I don’t have it all
Ball like a dog, push it to the limit
But I’m fiendin, tryina get some bad pussy nigga fiendin
My priorities is follow, got first in the fam
Then I hustled in the money, fail ain’t in the plan
Satan on my hill, he don’t want me to advance
I tell him go to hell, sucka catch me if you can
Shit, I am who I am, fresh up out of apologies
Sometimes I ain’t get in trouble, trouble got me
Guess it follows me but I stays on my hustle man
Still the motherfuckin man, you can call me Trouble Man!
Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man
Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man
Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man
Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man
Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man
Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man
Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man
Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man
Drugs, ain’t bout the row, ho you know how I roll
Just left the crossroads, but soul – unsold,
Frigerated console, the curtains on my car door
Raw ho, caviar, sushi and it’s cargo
Everywhere I go fresh to death and clean as a bar of soap
Getting blowed like trumpets in the wind in Chicago
God knows I’m hot as El Diablo
Fish Rocky in the Colorado algrove
Also my flows, I’m taking back although
My art’s all Leonardo Da Vinci, Picasso
The rain go come down on your head like carpo
I guess these other rappers that’s cool as far as all goes
Sorry Charlie party’s over, shorty shop closed
Came home, bank roll on King Kong
Got these suckas in my scope with the beam on
Prayin for my downfall, you can dream on
Make I’m back in the Maybach and get my lean on
Trouble ain’t changed me, role model ain’t me
Don’t be angry now if I’m on the same street nigga
U turn, haven’t you learn I’m Trouble Man
Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man
Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man
Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man
Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man
Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man
Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man
Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man
Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man
Wait on my show, just chose to squat what it feel nigga
Say I kick it the same when Pac did it
Tell all them sucka niggas what the bizz is
Offset a decade, do a thing like he did here
Shit, another year, another gig done
No chump chain, big thank millions
Yo, my money old but I’m still young
Then nigga look at most the drama, I’mma get some
No more beef, people say goodbye to red meat
But cross a nigga path and you dead meat
Remain on my gang time, after time
’97 call the bass head, 99 dime
’98 have provisions on 2-85 flyin
Skip where your micadilla, now they read that sign
Cut to the present and the rap game mine
Some things never change, it remains
I’m Trouble Man
Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man
Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man
Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man
Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man
Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man
Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man
Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man
Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man
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