Troublesome

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 II 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

[The Game]

"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 digits

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

[The Game]

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