[Unknown Girl]   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      [Lil Wayne]   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   (I run with trouble... trouble)   Street runner we crazy with dis one   I run... with... trouble      [Lil Wayne]   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 swingin   Twelve rounds comin, bells ringin   (I run with trouble... trouble)   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      [Lil Wayne]   Ya know, let's kick it back   I can't call it   (I run with trouble... trouble)   Ya know, heheh   Yeah, yeah      [Lil Wayne]   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 trippin baby, money got me   Unh   (I run with trouble... trouble)   And fuck the police, fuck the 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 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   (I run with trouble... trouble)   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 Florida leaf   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