Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon   making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections   can you picture my specific plan   to be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned   scams are plotted over grams and rocks   when undercover agents die by the random shots   we all die in the end, so the feds we swore   I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes   me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata   got me a dog get nigga Mobb bitch nigga eata   what could they do to me that little brat   shit them niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get their ass   how can I show you how I feel inside   we outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride   niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after im gone   cause they fear me in physical form let it be known   I'm troublesome      (chorus)   tra la la la la la all ya niggas die(several times)      trouble shit   gutter ways my mentality is ghetto   we're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels   death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do   we came for murder, pullin' up in a herse   westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming fuck   all ya'll niggas in Swahili   pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back   release me to care of my heartless strap   say my name three times like Candyman   bet I roll on your ass like an avalance   a soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys   burned my folks, can't control my nine   hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please   busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee   picture me lettin this chump survive   redin' up on his ass when I'm doped and died   cause I'm troublesome      (chorus)      murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme   the crime rate ain't decline   niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind   like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind   tell me young nigga never learned a thang   dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang   sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry   try to warn the little nigga either stop or die   mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream   afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams   vivid pictures of my enemies and family times   God to forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die   need to take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep   did the best I could, raised in insanity   or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life   ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life   cause I'm troublesome