Lil' Wayne - Trouble lyrics

rate me

Cities, streets, that's where I learned

Play with fire, you'll get burned

When the heat was on, I turned

Turned to trouble... trouble

Yeah, yeah, C three, yeah

New Orleans baby, a street called Eagle

And everybody's ill, yeah, illegal

People steal cars, we steal people

We eat like dogs, but we still people

And even when ya lost, trouble still see you

And even if ya dead broke, we are still equal

One time for the lil people

Eat ya meal, don't let ya meal eat you

(I run with trouble... trouble)

Street runner we crazy with dis one

I run... with... trouble

And just the other day, my nigga Chris killed his self

I pray to God, that I never feel the way he felt

Where do we go when there's no help?

He figured Heaven, so he went left

Ya'll know that ain't right

Plus, he was high as a plane that same night

Shit, I probably been on that same flight

Shit, I probably had that same fight

I just kept swingin

Twelve rounds comin, bells ringin

(I run with trouble... trouble)

Introduced to the game, when I was just a child

Mama love a drug dealer, straight quit her job

And took his life, and along with him, I died

And she died, we died

Then came my daughter, to my bed side

Told me daddy, don't cry, I'm alive

I look her in the eyes, and see me with no sins

But this is how the note ends

Ya know, let's kick it back

I can't call it

(I run with trouble... trouble)

Ya know, heheh

Yeah, yeah

The tool, it poke out the jeans

The coke smell just like a bunch of coffee beans

Ya nah mean? and everything ain't what it seem

Ya nah mean? and don't play that game, without your team

Kill for my bread, kill for my G's, kill for my cream

I will have that red beam on hot beam

Now I hear sirens, wait I think I see one behind me

I ain't trippin baby, money got me

Unh

(I run with trouble... trouble)

And fuck the police, fuck the feds, too

I ain't jumpin in that jump suit

A one, I'm on my one, two

Check me out, I fuck around and check you

Respect due, pay yours nigga

Mines under the seat, by my feet, where's yours nigga?

Too much hoarse liquor, huh?

Too much pressure, too much force

Too much money, never heard that before

Shit

And we stop the snitches at the door

Cut that tail off the rat, he won't rat no more

(I run with trouble... trouble)

Shit, that's right, get trapped fuck with my G's

Keep shootin, 'til I burn my sleeves

Nigga please, these boys is G's

Represent New Orleans, like a fleur de lys

Shit, what you know about it, we more than thieves

We steal from the rich, so the poor can eat

Yeah, niggas act up, my niggas act accordingly

Hey soldier, don't war with me

Jump on it

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