Lil Wayne - Trouble.mp3
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"I always call niggas fools for wanting to learn the hard way, When I'm really the fool for tryna teach 'em"
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produced by street runnerz
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on Oct. 18 2007 |
| Size: 2.9MB |
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| city streets das where i learned.....play wit fire and get burned.....wen da heat was on i turned....turned 2 trouble...trouble... new orleans baby a street called eagle/ and everybodies ill yea illeagle/ people steal cars we steal people/ we eat like dogs but we still people/ and even wen u lost trouble stiill c u/ and even wen u dead broke well still equal/ 1 time 4 da lil people/ eat ya meal dont let ya meal eat u/ and jus da otha dy ma nigga chris killed hiself/ i pray 2 god dat i neva feel da way he felt/ where do we go wen deres no help/ he figured heaven so he went n left/ yall no dat aint rite/ plus he was high as a plane on dat same night/ shit i pro6a6ly 6een on dat same flight/ shit i pro6a6ly had dat same fight/ but i jus kept swingin/ 12th rounds cummin 6ells ringin/ introduced 2 da game wen i was jus a child/ momma loved a drug dealer str8 quit her jo6/ dey took his life and along wit him i died/ and she died/ we died/ den came my daughter 2 my 6edside/ told me daddy dont cry im alive/ i look her n da eyes and c me wit no sins/ but dis is how da note ends/ i have wanted a better life.....but chosen 2nd ova a cheap 1...ya kno!!!lts kicc it bacc...still i look 4 6righter times....i cant call it!!! i run wit trouble....trouble the tooley poke out da jeans/ da coke smell jus like a bunch of cofee beans/ ya nah mean/and everything aint wat it seem/ya nah mean/ dont play da game witout ur team/ kill 4 mah bread kill 4 mah cheese kill 4 mah cream/ i will have dat red beam on high beam/ now i hear sirens/ wait i think i c 1 6ehind me i aint trippin baby money got me/ fucc da police fucc da feds 2/i aint jumpin n dat jumpsuit/ 1,2 im on my 1,2/ checc me out i fucc around n checc u/ respect due/ pay urs nigga/ mind unda da seat by my feet where urs nigga/ 2 much horse liquor/ 2 much pressure 2 much force/ 2 much money u neva heard dat b 4/ and we stop snitches at da door/ cut that tail off a rat he wont rat nomore/ thats rite get cut fuccin wit my cheese/ keep shootin till i 6urn my sleeve/ nigga please/ these boys is g's/ represent new orleans like a florida leaf/ wat u kno a6out it we more then theievs/ steal from da rich so da poor can eat/ niggas act up or niggas act accordingly/ little soldier dont war wit me/ u dont want it/ i have wanted a better life....chosen 2nd ova a cheap 1......still i look 4 brighter times.....i run wit trouble.....trouble is my friend |
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