Royce da 5'9", Cee, Bowtie - Trouble lyrics

Uhh, yeah royce 5-9, my nigga Bow Tie
My nigga Cee, Six July
Gangsta, what, gangsta, what, uhh
Gangsta, niggas is gangsta

Yo, I'm out here all day
From when you hear the sounds
Of the car skiddin then start dickin
Gangsta from start to the finish
Whassup - never socialable
Nigga we too disposable
If I get close to you it's
Probably to dispose of you quicker go 'head
Try somethin - live or die by these numbers
I'd rather live paralyzed than to die runnin
You feel it
Stay out his path, he's chaotic and mad
Pull a K out and blast
And treat every day like his last
I'm just a street nigga rhymin some words
Dabble in the finest of furs


Cowboy minus the spurs and saddle
Prefer for battle most deserved
In highest level in cowboy status
Is not from herdin cattle
One strange guy, I'm - nuttin like you mayn
Guns all look the same to the un trained eye
Easy to find, tell me how a gorilla can hide
The realest nigga breathin
Ain't no nigga realer alive

Y'all niggas in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggas in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggas in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggas in trouble, you don't want this

It's the black Elmer Fudd
Fuck a mansion and a yacht
I got a project buildin
Weed runnin on the block (c'mon)
A sweet tooth for chronic
Shit got me speakin in ebonics
Killer cracker, respect me for my talent
Sniff 'em out like a bloodhound
Like they bag mills out in
Vegas on the Greyhound
I never plead guilty, come to court filthy
Lawyer drunk off Henny
Parole violators with me
And still I walk cause it's real
Take they ass to trial then
They lose a quarter mil', now that's a deal
Filthy rich at his best
Love hell I write, with a 7 on my chest
I come, real street knowledge
Boulevard trade school paid dues
Cause niggas know I honor the rules
Left no clues, X found, case is closed
While you go against the grain
With a plane of fo's take that slang to go
With the rubber handle steel
Spit dum dums at labels, with a 50-50 deal
Explode to your guts, that part left hollow
Show the world your nuts
I'm the hoodlum role model
To all the competition that'll follow
Just remember damage to the 99th power
No one knows the hour
That the Bow will strike
Took the sword from Hitler
That they stuck in Christ
Now who's nice? now who's nice?

Y'all niggas in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggas in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggas in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggas in trouble, you don't want this

Yo, you see the press is too hot
(uh huh) when you rush my flows
I got, three for twenty-five
Rhymes flip like blows
What you never heard this voice
It's big Cee from the state
(where you from nigga?) Where
We pimp hustle hard
Bang it out for the weight eyes wide
Cause me and my niggas organize crime
You either get it in the streets
Or runnin from the jail lines
My game's at command
I show the world my status
It's filthy to the death
Blastin black automatics
You niggas talk pain
He will catch these shells
Twenty-three hours on lockdown
One out your cell i know it sounds sick
When you deal in this form
My city, the home where the killers is born
Close capture, East and West
Now that you have to
Leave a little room for this Midwest rapture
And there's no endin, to the words I spit
I sacrifice my soul for this filthy rich shit
(gangsta shit)

Y'all niggas in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggas in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggas in trouble (in trouble)
Y'all niggas in trouble, you don't want this

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y'all niggas know it's trouble, y'knamsayin?
I got my Detroit niggas
I got my New York niggas
I'm a Chi Town nigga and it's goin down for
The new millenium motherfuckers!