trouble

Lyrics

, city streets--that's where i learned, play with fire, you'll get burned, when the heat was on, i turned, turned to trouble. trouble, yeah, yeah, c three, yeah, new orleans baby, a street called eagle, and everybody's ill, yeah, illegal, people steal cars, we steal people, we eat like dogs, but we still people, and even when ya lost, trouble still see you, and even if ya dead broke, we are still equal, one time for the lil people, eat ya meal, don't let ya meal eat you, street runner we crazy with dis one, i run. with. trouble, and just the other day, my nigga chris killed his self, i pray to god, that i never feel the way he felt, where do we go when there's no help?, he figured heaven, so he went left, ya'll know that ain't right, plus, he was high as a plane that same night, shit, i probably been on that same flight, shit, i probably had that same fight, i just kept swinging, twelve rounds coming, bells ringing, introduced to the game, when i was just a child, mama love a drug dealer, straight quit her job, and took his life, and along with him, i died, and she died, we died, then came my daughter, to my bed side, told me daddy, don't cry, i'm alive, i look her in the eyes, and see me with no sins, but this is how the note ends, ya know, let's kick it back, i can't call it, ya know, heheh, yeah, yeah, the tool, it poke out the jeans, the coke smell just like a bunch of coffee beans, ya nah mean? and everything ain't what it seem, ya nah mean? and don't play that game, without your team, kill for my bread, kill for my g's, kill for my cream, i will have that red beam on hot beam, now i hear sirens, wait i think i see one behind me, i ain't tripping baby, money got me, unh, and fuck the police, fuck the feds, too, i ain't jumping in that jump suit, a one, i'm on my one, two, check me out, i fuck around and check you, respect due, pay yours nigga, mines under the seat, by my feet, where's yours nigga?, too much hoarse liquor, huh?, too much pressure, too much force, too much money, never heard that before, shit, and we stop the snitches at the door, cut that tail off the rat, he won't rat no more, shit, that's right, get trapped fuck with my g's, keep shootin', 'til i burn my sleeves, nigga please, these boys is g's, represent new orleans, like a fleur-de-lis, shit, what you know about it, we more than thieves, we steal from the rich, so the poor can eat, yeah, niggas act up, my niggas act accordingly, hey soldier, don't war with me, jump on it