The Game, Dubb, Jake, Papa - Trouble On My Mind lyrics
[The Game, Dubb, Jake, Papa - Trouble On My Mind lyrics]
Killers hanging outside the windows, aye
Oh my, oh my, I got trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
I know my enemies run when that pistol shake
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I got trouble on my mind
Trouble
It's a stolen G ride whenever we ride
It's war where we reside so
I gots to keep my
Pistol close, even cops killing folks
Give their ass the whole magazine
Fuck a centerfold
Sixteen with it, ho, one in the chamber
Mask on my face so I remain a stranger
Death round the corner run inside
When we pull up
Learn the negotiations
How you talking to a bulldog?
Blap, blap
Blap - what you hear when them shots go off
Devil on my shoulders told me
Squeeze my Glocks on y'all
Only the angel that I seen was
The logo on the fitted
I'm a seven black nigga
All my enemies'll get it
Bloody rag wrapped around
My motherfucking tech
Snoop "Murder Was The Case" what
Was playing in the deck
How else could I live my life
When yesterday's promise turn to
Present day's lies?
With the
Yeah, fuck shooting brothers for the
Color of their rag
I'm shooting at the niggas with the badge
Catch you walking out the station
That's your ass
Nigga, that's for Mike Brown, pussy
That's for Eric Garner
Pig, that's for Sean Bell
Die from these nine shells
Go against the SWAT team
Meet us at the swap meet
Bloods and Crips together
Peace treaty like it's '93
They the real enemies
They the ones that killing me
Killing you, they killing us
Judges don't do shit for us
Cops kill a nigga
Bet they'll never get a sentence huh
Get promoted right after
Getting off suspension
What the fuck is this world coming to?
Unarmed black kids, they putting guns at you
That's been happening for years
So that's nothing new
Got me sick to my stomach, fuck a stomach flu
Tell captain or the police
That we coming through
With troops that ain't scared to die
And they love to shoot
Some out the roof, it sunk
Oh my, oh my, I got trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
I know my enemies run when that pistol shake
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I got trouble on my mind
Trouble
It's a stolen G ride whenever we ride
It's war where we reside so
I gots to keep my
Pistol close, even cops killing folks
Give their ass the whole magazine
Fuck a centerfold
Sixteen with it, ho, one in the chamber
Mask on my face so I remain a stranger
Death round the corner run inside
When we pull up
Learn the negotiations
How you talking to a bulldog?
Blap, blap
Blap - what you hear when them shots go off
Devil on my shoulders told me
Squeeze my Glocks on y'all
Only the angel that I seen was
The logo on the fitted
I'm a seven black nigga
All my enemies'll get it
Bloody rag wrapped around
My motherfucking tech
Snoop "Murder Was The Case" what
Was playing in the deck
How else could I live my life
When yesterday's promise turn to
Present day's lies?
With the
Yeah, fuck shooting brothers for the
Color of their rag
I'm shooting at the niggas with the badge
Catch you walking out the station
That's your ass
Nigga, that's for Mike Brown, pussy
That's for Eric Garner
Pig, that's for Sean Bell
Die from these nine shells
Go against the SWAT team
Meet us at the swap meet
Bloods and Crips together
Peace treaty like it's '93
They the real enemies
They the ones that killing me
Killing you, they killing us
Judges don't do shit for us
Cops kill a nigga
Bet they'll never get a sentence huh
Get promoted right after
Getting off suspension
What the fuck is this world coming to?
Unarmed black kids, they putting guns at you
That's been happening for years
So that's nothing new
Got me sick to my stomach, fuck a stomach flu
Tell captain or the police
That we coming through
With troops that ain't scared to die
And they love to shoot
Some out the roof, it sunk