Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Trouble

rate me

Yea

Yea

C Three

Yea

New Orleans Baby

A Street Called Eagle

And Everybody's Ill

Yea 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 Fa The Lil People

Eat Ya Meal Dont Let Ya Meal Eat You

(I Run Wit Trouble... Trouble)

Street Runner We Crazy Wit Dis One

I Run... Wit... Trouble

And Just The Otha Day

My Nigga Chris Killed His Self

I Pray To God That I Never

Feel Tha Way He Felt

Where Do We Go When Theres No Help

He Figured Heaven So He Went Left

Ya'll Know That Aint 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 Wit Trouble... Trouble)

Introduced To Tha Game When I Was Just A Child

Mamma Love A Drug Dealer Straight Wit Her Job

They Took His Life

And Along Wit Him I Died

And She Died

We Died

Then Came My Daughter To My Bed Side

Told Me Daddy Dont Cry

Im Alive

I Look Her In Tha Eyes

And See Me Wit No Sins

But Dis Is How Tha Note Ends

Ya Know

Lets Kick It Back

I Cant Call It

(I Run Wit Trouble... Trouble)

Ya Know

Hehe

Yea

Yea

Tha Tool, It Poke Out Tha Jeans

Tha Coke Smeel Just Like A Bunch Of Coffee Beans

Ya Nah Mean

And Everything Aint What It Seem

Ya Nah Mean

And Dont Play That Game Wit Out 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 Aint Trippin Baby

Money Got Me

Unh!

(I Run Wit Trouble... Trouble)

And Fuck Tha Police

Fuck Tha Feds Too

I Aint Jumpin In That Jump Suit

A One

Im On My One, Two

Check Me Out

I Fuck Around And Check You

Respect Due

Pay Yours Nigga

Mines Under Tha Seat By My Feet

Wgere Yours Nigga

Too Much Hoarse Liquor

Huh!

Too Much Pressure

Too Much Force

Too Much Money

Never Heard That Before

Shit!

And We Stop Tha Snicthes At Tha Door

Cut That Tail Off Tha Rat

He Wont Rat No More

(I Run Wit Trouble... Trouble)

Shit!

That's Right

Get Trapped Fuckin Wit My G's

Keep Shootin Till I Burn My Sleeves

Nigga

Please

These Boys Is G's

Represent New Orleans

Like A *Fleur De Lis*

Shit!

What You Know About It

We More Than Theives

We Steal From Tha Rich

So Tha Poor Can Eat

Yea!

Niggas Act Up

My Niggas Act Accordingly

Hey Solider

Dont War Wit Me

you don't want it

Thanks to Brandon for these lyrics

Thanks to Bree for these lyrics

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