The Game - Troublesome lyrics

I'm too gangsta for the streets
Watch me when I creep
I put five in your Jeep, leave a nigga sleep
Now you six feet deep over bullshit
Got a mac-10 mouth, ain't never pull shit
The ghetto don't make G's, it mold niggaz
Get down or lay down
Like Beanie Mac told niggaz or
Meet the fo'-fo' nigga
I let them guns blow, nigga I'm a rider
Thug Life 'til I die
Black Wall Street behind us
I'm a "Menace I I
Society" fuck Caine and O-Dog
I got the 'caine and the O's, dawg
I'm gangsta like Hennessy and Alize
Thug Passion
Ride or die 'til they kill me
Or put me in "Thugz Mansion"
Gangbangin, this California lifestyle
Got me heated
They want me buried
So I don't leave without the Desert Eagle
Shoot first
Ask questions on my way to county jail
Kill a nigga over my chain cause
I know I'ma make bail
I'm troublesome

"If I Die Tonite" - "Bury Me
A G" amongst rap legends
Cause I spit bullets in rhymes
16's and 9's
I keep a vest and a weapon
My baby momma got me stressin
Prayin on my knees every night askin
God is there a heaven?
So here is my confession to my unborn child
Them five shots couldn't drop me
But I ain't take 'em and smile
I lost a lot of my
Niggaz to gangbangin and digit's
One figure on the trigger dawg I
Live the life of a sinner
These motherfuckers wanna see me doin
Life in the pen
I'm a Outlaw
And the West coast is ridin again
My competition is none
I'm on a mission with guns
Starin death in the eyes
20 niggaz deep when we ride
My enemies is bitches
They plottin on my riches
Can't walk in the streets without
The paparazzi takin pictures
Label me a made nigga
All the way from Compton to Boston
These niggaz keep talkin I leave
'em dead in a coffin
I'm troublesome

Money over bitches is my motto in the
Streets I'm known for catchin hollows
Packin pistols and drinkin Belve and
Grey Goose out the bottle
No role models, only killers and fiends
Witness my nigga strapped with
Gats and army fatigues
If it's murder he wrote it
If I'm lyin let the XXL quote it
And know that I'm strictly a rap poet
Baptized in my own tears
Chastized by my own peers
I'm a product of my childhood years
My mother told me I'm HOPELESS
My pops wasn't around
One of the reasons why
I'm clutchin the pound
California dreamin
Chronic smoke out the beamer
One hand on the nina schemin
Got these hooptie bitches screamin
They know that I'm celebrity
Keep them cop killers in the clip
And watch my back is what
My niggaz keep tellin me
21 years old, no felonies
So I ride with the Desert
And pay homage to the hardest rap legend
I'm troublesome