Lil Wayne – Trouble Lyrics

(Lil Wayne)
Yeah, yeah, C three, yeah
New Orleans baby, a street called Eagle
And everybody’s ill, yeah, illegal
People steal cars, we still 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

(Verse 1 -Lil Wayne)
And just the other day, my ni**a 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 on that same night
S**t, I probably been on that same flight
S**t, 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

(Bridge – Lil Wayne)
Ya know, let’s kick it back
I can’t call it
I run with trouble-trouble
Ya know, heheh
Yeah, yeah

(Verse 2 – Lil Wayne)

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 tripping baby, money got me
I run with trouble-trouble
And f**k the police, f**k the feds, too
I ain’t jumpin in that jump suit
A one, I’m on my one, two
Check me out, I f**k around and check you
Respect due, pay yours ni**a
Mines under the seat, by my feet, where’s yours ni**a?
Too much hoarse liquor, huh?
Too much pressure, too much force
Too much money, never heard that before
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
S**t, that’s right, get trapped f**k with my G’s
Keep shooting, til I burn my sleeves
Ni**a please, these boys is G’s
Represent New Orleans, like a Fleurdelis
S**t, what you know about it, we more than thieves
We steal from the rich, so the poor can eat
Yeah, ni**as act up, my ni**as act accordingly
Hey soldier, don’t war with me
You don’t want it