Lil Wayne - Trouble Lyrics
[unknown Girl]Cities, Streets, That's Where I LearnedPlay With Fire, You'll Get BurnedWhen The Heat Was On, I TurnedTurned To Trouble... Trouble[lil Wayne]Yeah, Yeah, C Three, YeahNew Orleans Baby, A Street Called EagleAnd Everybody's Ill, Yeah, IllegalPeople Steal Cars, We Steal PeopleWe Eat Like Dogs, But We Still PeopleAnd Even When Ya Lost, Trouble Still See YouAnd Even If Ya Dead Broke, We Are Still EqualOne Time For The Lil PeopleEat Ya Meal, Don't Let Ya Meal Eat You(i Run With Trouble... Trouble)Street Runner We Crazy With Dis OneI Run... With... Trouble[lil Wayne]And Just The Other Day, My Nigga Chris Killed His SelfI Pray To God, That I Never Feel The Way He FeltWhere Do We Go When There's No Help?He Figured Heaven, So He Went LeftYa'll Know That Ain't RightPlus, He Was High As A Plane That Same NightShit, I Probably Been On That Same FlightShit, I Probably Had That Same FightI Just Kept SwinginTwelve Rounds Comin, Bells Ringin(i Run With Trouble... Trouble)Introduced To The Game, When I Was Just A ChildMama Love A Drug Dealer, Straight Quit Her JobAnd Took His Life, And Along With Him, I DiedAnd She Died, We DiedThen Came My Daughter, To My Bed SideTold Me Daddy, Don't Cry, I'm AliveI Look Her In The Eyes, And See Me With No SinsBut This Is How The Note Ends[lil Wayne]Ya Know, Let's Kick It BackI Can't Call It(i Run With Trouble... Trouble)Ya Know, HehehYeah, Yeah[lil Wayne]The Tool, It Poke Out The JeansThe Coke Smell Just Like A Bunch Of Coffee BeansYa Nah Mean? And Everything Ain't What It SeemYa Nah Mean? And Don't Play That Game, Without Your TeamKill For My Bread, Kill For My G's, Kill For My CreamI Will Have That Red Beam On Hot BeamNow I Hear Sirens, Wait I Think I See One Behind MeI Ain't Trippin Baby, Money Got MeUnh(i Run With Trouble... Trouble)And ***** The Police, ***** The Feds, TooI Ain't Jumpin In That Jump SuitA One, I'm On My One, TwoCheck Me Out, I ***** Around And Check YouRespect Due, Pay Yours NiggaMines Under The Seat, By My Feet, Where's Yours Nigga?Too Much Hoarse Liquor, Huh?Too Much Pressure, Too Much ForceToo Much Money, Never Heard That BeforeShitAnd We Stop The Snitches At The DoorCut That Tail Off The Rat, He Won't Rat No More(i Run With Trouble... Trouble)Shit, That's Right, Get Trapped ***** With My G'sKeep Shootin, 'til I Burn My SleevesNigga Please, These Boys Is G'sRepresent New Orleans, Like A Florida LeafShit, What You Know About It, We More Than ThievesWe Steal From The Rich, So The Poor Can EatYeah, Niggas Act Up, My Niggas Act AccordinglyHey Soldier, Don't War With MeJump On It
