Lyrics J. Hudson - Trouble

So I'm just big bag, relaxed
Lemme tall you dawg
Niggas be thinking' this shit sweet out here
They ain't even prepared for this shit
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Them niggas ain't like that
Waiting' for me to
Nuh-uh
I swear to God it don't be like that

They say I'm crazy, right with the crazy Probably made me like that
Hood been told me I should rap, I ain't know it paid ya like that
Always had a love for the music, and I like spreadin' the word
And to the youngin's thinkin' the game is sweet,that's absurd
Your first day in the streets won't be like first days of school

Gettin' fresh, tryna be cool, fuck around and get stripped with that tool
Ooh, that ain't a pretty sight to see, nah
Just be yourself my G, it ain't no need to try and be me
God only made one, at times I used to think he played me like that
'Cause the hot dogs and beans, I ain't know my mama made 'em like that
Til' I found out we was broke and struggling
To make ends meet

So the only thing for me to do was start hustlin', bustin' of course
Big dawgs told me, don't trust no one, of course
And nothin', 'cause for hoes niggas be frontin'
They'll cross ya out
They playin' the game dirty
James find out that it wasn't Worthy takin' that booger
Real shit, I wish I could've put you in a better place
Laced up where you're good, homie
You'd be court side today
Air J's on the wood, homie

J. Hudson, what happening' nigga
Straight up, James, straight up
Yeah nigga
Yeah