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"Trouble"


Cities 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 I'll
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

(I Run With Trouble... Trouble)
Street Runner We Crazy With Dis One
I Run... With... Trouble

And Just The Otha Day
My Nigga Chris Killed His Self
I Pray To God That I Never
Feel Tha 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 Swingin
Twelve Rounds Comin Bells Ringin
(I Run With Trouble... Trouble)
Introduced To Tha Game When I Was Just A Child
Mamma 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 Tha Eyes
And See Me With No Sins
But Dis Is How Tha Note Ends

Ya Know
Let's Kick It Back
I Can't Call It
(I Run With Trouble... Trouble)
Ya Know
Hehe
Yeah
Yeah

Tha Tool, It Poke Out Tha Jeans
Tha Coke Smeel 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 With Out 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 Trippin Baby
Money Got Me
Unh!
(I Run With Trouble... Trouble)
And Fuck Tha Police
Fuck Tha Feds Too
I Ain't Jumpin 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 Tha Seat By My Feet
Wheres Yours Nigga
Too Much Hoarse Liquor
Huh!
Too Much Pressure
Too Much Force
Too Much Money
Never Heard That Before
Shit!
And We Stop Tha Snicthes At Tha Door
Cut That Tail Off Tha Rat
He Won't Rat No More
(I Run With Trouble... Trouble)
Shit!
That's Right
Get Trapped Fuckin With My G's
Keep Shootin Till I Burn My Sleeves
Nigga
Please
These Boys Is G's
Represent New Orleans
Like A Florida Leaf
Shit!
What You Know About It
We More Than Theives
We Steal From Tha Rich
So Tha Poor Can Eat
Yea!
Niggas Act Up
My Niggas Act Accordingly
Hey Solider
Don't War With Me
Jump On It!

[Thanks to shawn for these lyrics]
[Thanks to Corbyn for correcting these lyrics]

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