2Pac – Troublesome ’96

Troublesome ’96 is a well crafted hip hop and rap song created by an exceptional American rapper and songwriter, Tupac Shakur.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 13 on his top charting album project called “Greatest Hits” was officially released on 24 November 1998.

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LYRICS

Troublesome, nigga

Hahaha, troublesome 19-motherfucking-96

(Westside!) Let it be known, nigga!

Boss of all bosses, Makaveli

 

Menacin’ methods, label me a lethal weapon

Making niggas die witnessin’ breathless imperfections

Can you picture my specific plan?

To be the man in this wicked land

Underhanded hits are planned

These Scams are plotted over grams and rocks

Outlaw motherfuckers die by the random shots

We all die in the end, so revenge we swore

I was all about my ends; fuck friends and foes!

Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater

Got me a dog and named her my “bitch nigga eater”

What could they do to me, you lil’ brat?

Shit, them niggas that shot me is still terrified I’ll get they ass

How can I show you how I feel inside?

We Outlawz, motherfuckers can’t kill my pride

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that’s after I’m gone

‘Cause they fear me in my physical form

Let it be known I’m troublesome

 

La la la la, la, la

La, la-la la, lahhh

Bye bye, bye bye

All you niggas die

 

[2Pac:]

Troublesome nigga, Outlawz

Put it down to the fullest

Spittin’ rhymes and bullets, ha ha

We troublesome

Y’all know what time it is

Call the punk police, they can’t stop us

Niggas run the streets, we troubleshit

 

Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto

We guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels

Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on first

Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin’ up in a hearse

Westside was the war cry, bustin’ off freely

Screaming, “Fuck all ya’ll niggas!” in Swahili

Pistol packin’, fresh out of jail, I ain’t goin’ back

Release me to the care of my heartless strap

Say my name three times like Candyman

Bet I roll on yo’ ass like an avalanche

A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-by’s

Murder my foes, can’t control my 9

Hearin’ thoughts of my enemies pleadin’ please

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Picture me lettin’ this chump survive; ran up on his ass

When I dumped he died, ’cause I’m troublesome

 

La la la la, la, la

La, la-la la, lahhh

Bye bye, bye bye

All you niggas die

 

[2Pac:]

Young, strapped, and I don’t give a fuck – I’m hopeless

I live the Thug Life, losin’ my focus, ba-baby

I’m troublesome, haha

Bad Boy killa, there is no one realer

What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw – Outlaw!

 

“Murder murder” my mind state, shit ain’t changed

Since my last rhyme – the crime rate ain’t decline

Niggas bustin’ shots like they lost they mind

Like 25 to life never crossed they mind

Tell me young nigga never learned a thang

Dead at thirteen ’cause he yearned to bang

Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry

Tried to warn the little nigga, “Either stop or die”

Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream

Afraid to sleep; I’m having crazy dreams

Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times

God to forgive me ’cause it’s wrong, but I plan to die

Either take me in Heaven and understand I was a G.

Did the best I could, raised in insanity

Or send me to Hell, ’cause I ain’t begging for my life

Ain’t nothing worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life

I’m troublesome

 

La la la la, la, la

La, la-la la, lahhh

Bye bye, bye bye

All you niggas die

In your wildest dreams you couldn’t picture a nigga like me

Hahahaha – I’m troublesome, I don’t give a fuck

I’m troublesome… like my nigga Napoleon said, nigga

Somebody gotta explain why I ain’t got shit

Ha ha, I’m troublesome

You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique

Young rugged and sick

Makaveli the Don, the Boss of all Bosses

Mussolini, E.D.I. Amin, Hussein Fatal

Kadafi, Kastro, Napoleon, Po-Nitty

Haha, we ain’t fuckin’ around

Haha, we Troublesome

Ayo, haha, we Troublesome, I ain’t going, HA HAH

Young Kastro, the first to blast, the last one to dash

Going for the hoes and the cash

Fuck you niggas! Outlawz! Ha hah!

Khadafi – trump tight, never sloppy

Them motherfuckers try to copy

But they can’t mock you, nigga, you’re too strong

Outlawz keep it going on, you know whassup

Outlawz, Outlawz, all you niggas die

Outlawz, Outlawz

This is dedicated to the real niggas

All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets

 

…bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die…