paroles de chanson Trouble - Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis
[Royce
Da
5'9"]
Uhh,
yeah
Royce
5-9,
my
nigga
Bow
Tie
My
nigga
Cee,
Six
July
Gangsta,
what,
gangsta,
what,
uhh
Gangsta,
niggaz
is
gangsta
Yo,
I'm
out
here
all
day
From
when
you
hear
the
sounds
of
the
car
skiddin
Then
start
dickin,
gangsta
from
start
to
the
finish
Whassup
- never
socialable,
nigga
we
too
disposable
If
I
get
close
to
you
it's
probably
to
dispose
of
you
quicker
Go
'head,
try
somethin
- live
or
die
by
these
numbers
I'd
rather
live
paralyzed
than
to
die
runnin,
you
feel
it
Stay
out
his
path,
he's
chaotic
and
mad
Pull
a
K
out
and
blast,
and
treat
every
day
like
his
last
I'm
just
a
street
nigga
rhymin
some
words
Dabble
in
the
finest
of
furs,
cowboy
minus
the
spurs
and
saddle
Prefer
for
battle;
most
deserved
In
highest
level
in
cowboy
status
is
not
from
herdin
cattle
One
strange
guy,
I'm
– nuttin
like
you
mayn
Guns
all
look
the
same
to
the
un-trained
eye
Easy
to
find,
tell
me
how
a
gorilla
can
hide
The
realest
nigga
breathin,
ain't
no
nigga
realer
alive
[Chorus
2X:
Royce]
Y'all
niggaz
in
trouble
(in
trouble)
Y'all
niggaz
in
trouble
(in
trouble).
Y'all
niggaz
in
trouble
(in
trouble)
Y'all
niggaz
in
trouble,
you
don't
want
this
[Bow
Tie]
It's
the
black
Elmer
Fudd,
fuck
a
mansion
and
a
yacht
I
got
a
project
buildin,
weed
runnin
on
the
block
(c'mon)
A
sweet
tooth
for
chronic,
shit
got
me
speakin
in
ebonics
Killer
cracker,
respect
me
for
my
talent
Sniff
'em
out
like
a
bloodhound
Like
they
bag
mills
out
in
Vegas
on
the
Greyhound
I
never
plead
guilty,
come
to
court
filthy
Lawyer
drunk
off
Henny,
parole
violators
with
me
And
still
I
walk
cause
it's
real
Take
they
ass
to
trial
then
they
lose
a
quarter
mil',
now
that's
a
deal
Filthy
rich
at
his
best
Love
hell
I
write,
with
a
7 on
my
chest
I
come,
real
street
knowledge,
boulevard
trade
school
Paid
dues,
cause
niggaz
know
I
honor
the
rules
Left
no
clues,
X
found,
case
is
closed
While
you
go
against
the
grain,
with
a
plane
of
fo's
Take
that
slang
to
go,
with
the
rubber
handle
steel
Spit
dum-dums
at
labels,
with
a
50-50
deal
Explode
to
your
guts,
that
part
left
hollow
Show
the
world
your
nuts,
I'm
the
hoodlum
role
model
To
all
the
competition
that'll
follow
Just
remember
damage
to
the
99th
power
No
one
knows
the
hour,
that
the
Bow
will
strike
Took
the
sword
from
Hitler,
that
they
stuck
in
Christ
Now
who's
nice?
. Now
who's
nice?
[Chorus]
[Cee]
Yo,
you
see
the
press
is
too
hot
(uh-huh)
when
you
rush
my
flows
I
got,
three
for
twenty-five,
rhymes
flip
like
blows
What
you
never
heard
this
voice,
it's
big
Cee
from
the
state
(Where
you
from
nigga?)
Where
we
pimp
hustle
hard,
bang
it
out
for
the
weight
Eyes
wide,
cause
me
and
my
niggaz
organize
crime
You
either
get
it
in
the
streets,
or
runnin
from
the
jail
lines
My
game's
at
command,
I
show
the
world
my
status
It's
filthy
to
the
death
blastin
black
automatics
You
niggaz
talk
pain,
he
will
catch
these
shells
Twenty-three
hours
on
lockdown,
one
out
your
cell
I
know
it
sounds
sick,
when
you
deal
in
this
form
My
city,
the
home
where
the
killers
is
born
Close
capture,
East
and
West,
now
that
you
have
to
Leave
a
little
room
for
this
Midwest
rapture
And
there's
no
endin,
to
the
words
I
spit
I
sacrifice
my
soul
for
this
filthy
rich
shit
(gangsta
shit)
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Y'all
niggaz
know
it's
trouble,
y'knamsayin?
I
got
my
Detroit
niggaz
I
got
my
New
York
niggaz
I'm
a
Chi-Town
nigga
And
it's
goin
down
for
the
new
millenium
motherfuckers!
![Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis - Build & Destroy: The Lost Sessions, Part 1](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/f/t/p/w/mpNomOwpTf.jpg)
1 Duck Down
2 Lights Out
3 State Your Name
4 Trouble
5 We Riding
6 Make Money
7 Feels Good
8 Danger
9 King of Detroit
10 Life Goes On
11 Spit Game
12 In the Presence of Wolves
13 Heartbeat
14 Take Me Away
15 Malcom X
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