[{"id":21666092,"name":"Troublesome","trackName":"Troublesome","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Troublesome","duration":282.044082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy yo!\nI got some new shit for y'all tonight\nOh, yes\nSee, (new shit) it's the nigga named Nas\nAnd he kick it with these niggas named Mobb Deep\nAnd they kick it with some niggas named Bad Boy\n\nI sent this out to Nas...\nAnd anybody else down with that clique\nWe still Bad Boy killas'\nY'all don't feel us (bitch)\n\nDa-da, da-da, da-da-da-ah, what\nMenacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon\nMakin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\nCan you picture my specific plan?\nTo be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n\nThese scams are plotted over grams and rocks\nUndercover agent die by the random shots\nWe all die in the end, so revenge we swore\nI was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\nMe, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nGot me a dog and named her \"my bitch nigga eater\"\n\nWhat could they do to me, you lil' brat? (shit)\nThem niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass (ha-ha)\nHow can I show you how I feel inside?\nWe Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\nNiggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n'Cause they fear me in the physical form\nLet it be known I'm troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nNa, na-na na, nahhh\nNa, na, na, na\nAll you niggas die (troublesome)\n\nOh, Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\nMy niggas die, we guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\nDeath before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first\nNiggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n\nWestside was the war cry, bustin' off freely\nWhen the, \"Fuck all y'all niggas!\" in Swahili\nPistol packin', fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to the care of my heartless strap\n\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on yo' ass, like an avalanche\nA sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\n\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', \"Please\"\nBusta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\nPicture me lettin' this chump survive\nRan up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n'Cause I'm troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nNa, na-na na, nahhh\nNa, na, na, na (woah)\nAll you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n\"Murder, murder, my mind state,\" shit ain't changed\nSince my last rhyme, the crime rate ain't decline\nNiggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\nLike 25 to life never crossed they mind\n\nTell me young nigga never learned a thang\nDead at 13 'cause he yearned to bang\nSent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?\nNeed to stop the gang bangin', \"Either stop or die.\"\n\nMercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\nVivid pictures of my enemies, family times\nLord, forgive me 'cause it's wrong, but I plan to die\n\nNow either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life\nAin't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\nNigga, we're troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na (one love to my nigga Suge)\nNa, na-na na, nahhh (what's up nigga?)\nNa, na, na, na (sweaty ass)\nAll you niggas die\nYou know\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Troublesome\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Troublesome\n  duration_ms: 282044\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayy yo!\n  I got some new shit for y'all tonight\n  Oh, yes\n  See, (new shit) it's the nigga named Nas\n  And he kick it with these niggas named Mobb Deep\n  And they kick it with some niggas named Bad Boy\n\n  I sent this out to Nas...\n  And anybody else down with that clique\n  We still Bad Boy killas'\n  Y'all don't feel us (bitch)\n\n  Da-da, da-da, da-da-da-ah, what\n  Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon\n  Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\n  Can you picture my specific plan?\n  To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n\n  These scams are plotted over grams and rocks\n  Undercover agent die by the random shots\n  We all die in the end, so revenge we swore\n  I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\n  Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Got me a dog and named her \"my bitch nigga eater\"\n\n  What could they do to me, you lil' brat? (shit)\n  Them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass (ha-ha)\n  How can I show you how I feel inside?\n  We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\n  Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n  'Cause they fear me in the physical form\n  Let it be known I'm troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh\n  Na, na, na, na\n  All you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n  Oh, Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\n  My niggas die, we guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\n  Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first\n  Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n\n  Westside was the war cry, bustin' off freely\n  When the, \"Fuck all y'all niggas!\" in Swahili\n  Pistol packin', fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\n  Release me to the care of my heartless strap\n\n  Say my name three times like Candyman\n  Bet I roll on yo' ass, like an avalanche\n  A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\n  Murder my foes, can't control my nine\n\n  Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', \"Please\"\n  Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\n  Picture me lettin' this chump survive\n  Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n  'Cause I'm troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh\n  Na, na, na, na (woah)\n  All you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n  \"Murder, murder, my mind state,\" shit ain't changed\n  Since my last rhyme, the crime rate ain't decline\n  Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\n  Like 25 to life never crossed they mind\n\n  Tell me young nigga never learned a thang\n  Dead at 13 'cause he yearned to bang\n  Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?\n  Need to stop the gang bangin', \"Either stop or die.\"\n\n  Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream\n  Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\n  Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times\n  Lord, forgive me 'cause it's wrong, but I plan to die\n\n  Now either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep\n  Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n  Or send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life\n  Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\n  Nigga, we're troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na (one love to my nigga Suge)\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh (what's up nigga?)\n  Na, na, na, na (sweaty ass)\n  All you niggas die\n  You know\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":21890236,"name":"Troublesome","trackName":"Troublesome","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Troublesome 21","duration":231.573025,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy yo!\nI got some new shit for y'all tonight\nOh, yes\nSee, (new shit) it's the nigga named Nas\nAnd he kick it with these niggas named Mobb Deep\nAnd they kick it with some niggas named Bad Boy\n\nI sent this out to Nas...\nAnd anybody else down with that clique\nWe still Bad Boy killas'\nY'all don't feel us (bitch)\n\nDa-da, da-da, da-da-da-ah, what\nMenacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon\nMakin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\nCan you picture my specific plan?\nTo be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n\nThese scams are plotted over grams and rocks\nUndercover agent die by the random shots\nWe all die in the end, so revenge we swore\nI was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\nMe, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nGot me a dog and named her \"my bitch nigga eater\"\n\nWhat could they do to me, you lil' brat? (shit)\nThem niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass (ha-ha)\nHow can I show you how I feel inside?\nWe Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\nNiggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n'Cause they fear me in the physical form\nLet it be known I'm troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nNa, na-na na, nahhh\nNa, na, na, na\nAll you niggas die (troublesome)\n\nOh, Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\nMy niggas die, we guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\nDeath before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first\nNiggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n\nWestside was the war cry, bustin' off freely\nWhen the, \"Fuck all y'all niggas!\" in Swahili\nPistol packin', fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to the care of my heartless strap\n\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on yo' ass, like an avalanche\nA sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\n\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', \"Please\"\nBusta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\nPicture me lettin' this chump survive\nRan up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n'Cause I'm troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nNa, na-na na, nahhh\nNa, na, na, na (woah)\nAll you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n\"Murder, murder, my mind state,\" shit ain't changed\nSince my last rhyme, the crime rate ain't decline\nNiggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\nLike 25 to life never crossed they mind\n\nTell me young nigga never learned a thang\nDead at 13 'cause he yearned to bang\nSent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?\nNeed to stop the gang bangin', \"Either stop or die.\"\n\nMercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\nVivid pictures of my enemies, family times\nLord, forgive me 'cause it's wrong, but I plan to die\n\nNow either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life\nAin't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\nNigga, we're troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na (one love to my nigga Suge)\nNa, na-na na, nahhh (what's up nigga?)\nNa, na, na, na (sweaty ass)\nAll you niggas die\nYou know\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Troublesome\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Troublesome 21\n  duration_ms: 231573\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayy yo!\n  I got some new shit for y'all tonight\n  Oh, yes\n  See, (new shit) it's the nigga named Nas\n  And he kick it with these niggas named Mobb Deep\n  And they kick it with some niggas named Bad Boy\n\n  I sent this out to Nas...\n  And anybody else down with that clique\n  We still Bad Boy killas'\n  Y'all don't feel us (bitch)\n\n  Da-da, da-da, da-da-da-ah, what\n  Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon\n  Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\n  Can you picture my specific plan?\n  To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n\n  These scams are plotted over grams and rocks\n  Undercover agent die by the random shots\n  We all die in the end, so revenge we swore\n  I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\n  Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Got me a dog and named her \"my bitch nigga eater\"\n\n  What could they do to me, you lil' brat? (shit)\n  Them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass (ha-ha)\n  How can I show you how I feel inside?\n  We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\n  Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n  'Cause they fear me in the physical form\n  Let it be known I'm troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh\n  Na, na, na, na\n  All you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n  Oh, Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\n  My niggas die, we guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\n  Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first\n  Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n\n  Westside was the war cry, bustin' off freely\n  When the, \"Fuck all y'all niggas!\" in Swahili\n  Pistol packin', fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\n  Release me to the care of my heartless strap\n\n  Say my name three times like Candyman\n  Bet I roll on yo' ass, like an avalanche\n  A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\n  Murder my foes, can't control my nine\n\n  Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', \"Please\"\n  Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\n  Picture me lettin' this chump survive\n  Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n  'Cause I'm troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh\n  Na, na, na, na (woah)\n  All you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n  \"Murder, murder, my mind state,\" shit ain't changed\n  Since my last rhyme, the crime rate ain't decline\n  Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\n  Like 25 to life never crossed they mind\n\n  Tell me young nigga never learned a thang\n  Dead at 13 'cause he yearned to bang\n  Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?\n  Need to stop the gang bangin', \"Either stop or die.\"\n\n  Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream\n  Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\n  Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times\n  Lord, forgive me 'cause it's wrong, but I plan to die\n\n  Now either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep\n  Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n  Or send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life\n  Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\n  Nigga, we're troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na (one love to my nigga Suge)\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh (what's up nigga?)\n  Na, na, na, na (sweaty ass)\n  All you niggas die\n  You know\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":12631831,"name":"13 - 2Pac - Troublesome '96","trackName":"13 - 2Pac - Troublesome '96","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac Greatest Hits","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Troublesome nigga\nTroublesome 19-motherfucking-96\nWestside\nLet it be known nigga\nthe boss of all bosses\nMakaveli\nhahaha\n\nMenacing Methods, Label me a lethal weapon\nMaking niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfection\nCan you picture my specific plan?\nTo be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\nScams are plotted over grams and rocks\nUndercover agents die by the random shots\nWe all die in the end, so revenge we swore\nI was all about my ends fuck friends and foes\nMe, a born leader, never leave the block without my heata\nGot me a dog and named her Mobb bitch nigga eata\nWhat could they do to me that little brat\nShit them niggas shot me and still terrified i get they ass\nHow can I show you how I feel inside\nWe outlawz, motherfuckas can't kill my pride\nNiggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone\nCause they fear me in the psychical form\nLet it be known I'm troublesome\n\nTroublesome nigga\nOutlawz\nWe put it down to the fullest\nSpitting rhymes and bullets\nHaha...\nTroublesome\nYa'll know what time it is\nCall the punk police, they can't stop us\nNiggas run the streets Haha.\nTroublesome\nYeah\n\nGutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\nA guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\nDeath before dishonor, bet i bomb on them first\nNiggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse\nWestside was the war cry bustin' all freely\nScreaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli\nPistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to the care of my heartless strap\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on your ass like an avalanche\nA soul survivor, learned to get high and pull driveby's\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\nBusta ass motherfuckas tried to flee\nPicture me lettin this chump survive\nRan up on his ass when I dump he died\nCause I'm troublesome\n\nYoung, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\nI'm hopelesssss\nI live a thuglife, losing my focus baby\nI'm troublesome\nhaha...\nBadboy Killa\nThere is no one realler\nWhat you saw was the rough, rugged and raw\nOutlaw OUTLAW\n\nMurder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme\nThe crime rate ain't declined\nNiggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind\nLike twenty-five to life never crossed their mind\nTell me young nigga never learned a thang\nDead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang\nSniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry\nTry to warn the little nigga either stop or die\nMercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams\nVivid' pictures of my enemies in family times\nGod to forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die\nNeed to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life\nAin't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life\nI'm troublesome\n\nIn your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\nI'm troublesome I don't give a fuck\nim troublesome\nlike my nigga Napolean said nigga\nsomebody gotta explain why I aint got shit\nim troublesome\nyou know what time it is\nthe Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\nMakaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses\nMussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi,\nKastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani\nWe aint fucking around\nWe troublesome\nhey yo\nWe troublesome\nyo Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\nHe going for the hoes and the cash\nfuck you niggas\nOUTLAWZ\nKhadafi tripple tight never sloppy\nthem other motherfuckers try to copy\nbut they cant mock u nigga u 2 strong\noutlaw keep it going up\nyou know wassup\noutlaws outlaws\noutlaws outlaws\nthis is dedicated to the real niggas\nall the real troublesome soldiers on the streets","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.57] Troublesome nigga\n[00:02.23] Troublesome 19-motherfucking-96\n[00:05.92] Westside\n[00:06.77] Let it be known nigga\n[00:07.96] The boss of all bosses\n[00:09.15] Makaveli\n[00:10.26] Hahaha\n[00:11.71] Menacing Methods, Label me a lethal weapon\n[00:13.96] Making niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfection\n[00:15.88] Can you picture my specific plan?\n[00:17.66] To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n[00:20.65] Scams are plotted over grams and rocks\n[00:23.43] Undercover agents die by the random shots\n[00:26.04] We all die in the end, so revenge we swore\n[00:28.50] I was all about my ends fuck 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rebels\n[01:15.25] Death before dishonor, bet i bomb on them first\n[01:17.71] Niggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse\n[01:20.13] Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely\n[01:22.64] Screaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli\n[01:25.06] Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\n[01:27.89] Release me to the care of my heartless strap\n[01:29.98] Say my name three times like Candyman\n[01:32.20] Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche\n[01:34.89] A soul survivor, learned to get high and pull driveby's\n[01:37.56] Murder my foes, can't control my nine\n[01:39.94] Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\n[01:42.29] Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee\n[01:44.79] Picture me lettin this chump survive\n[01:47.13] Ran up on his ass when I dump he died\n[01:49.50] Cause I'm troublesome\n[01:51.26] Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\n[01:54.89] I'm hopelesssss\n[01:56.17] I live a thuglife, losing my focus baby\n[01:59.59] I'm troublesome\n[02:00.84] Haha...\n[02:01.80] Badboy Killa\n[02:03.11] There is no one realler\n[02:04.99] What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw\n[02:08.01] Outlaw OUTLAW\n[02:09.12] Murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme\n[02:13.00] The crime rate ain't declined\n[02:14.64] Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind\n[02:16.75] Like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind\n[02:19.00] Tell me young nigga never learned a thang\n[02:21.42] Dead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang\n[02:24.12] Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry\n[02:26.66] Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die\n[02:29.02] Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\n[02:31.56] Afraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams\n[02:34.00] Vivid' pictures of my enemies in family times\n[02:36.59] God to forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die\n[02:38.96] Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\n[02:41.48] Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n[02:43.79] Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life\n[02:46.45] Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life\n[02:48.44] I'm troublesome\n[02:49.94] In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\n[02:53.84] I'm troublesome I don't give a fuck\n[02:58.54] Im troublesome\n[03:01.38] Like my nigga Napolean said nigga\n[03:03.94] Somebody gotta explain why I aint got shit\n[03:07.31] Im troublesome\n[03:09.67] You know what time it is\n[03:11.72] The Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\n[03:13.72] Makaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses\n[03:16.74] Mussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi,\n[03:22.76] Kastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani\n[03:27.77] We aint fucking around\n[03:30.99] We troublesome\n[03:34.78] Hey yo\n[03:36.32] We troublesome\n[03:39.22] Yo Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\n[03:52.78] He going for the hoes and the cash\n[03:55.18] Fuck you niggas\n[03:56.90] OUTLAWZ\n[03:58.30] Khadafi tripple tight never sloppy\n[04:02.96] Them other motherfuckers try to 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269870\n  end_ms: 273560\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 273560\nplain: |-\n  Troublesome nigga\n  Troublesome 19-motherfucking-96\n  Westside\n  Let it be known nigga\n  the boss of all bosses\n  Makaveli\n  hahaha\n\n  Menacing Methods, Label me a lethal weapon\n  Making niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfection\n  Can you picture my specific plan?\n  To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n  Scams are plotted over grams and rocks\n  Undercover agents die by the random shots\n  We all die in the end, so revenge we swore\n  I was all about my ends fuck friends and foes\n  Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heata\n  Got me a dog and named her Mobb bitch nigga eata\n  What could they do to me that little brat\n  Shit them niggas shot me and still terrified i get they ass\n  How can I show you how I feel inside\n  We outlawz, motherfuckas can't kill my pride\n  Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone\n  Cause they fear me in the 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chump survive\n  Ran up on his ass when I dump he died\n  Cause I'm troublesome\n\n  Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\n  I'm hopelesssss\n  I live a thuglife, losing my focus baby\n  I'm troublesome\n  haha...\n  Badboy Killa\n  There is no one realler\n  What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw\n  Outlaw OUTLAW\n\n  Murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme\n  The crime rate ain't declined\n  Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind\n  Like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind\n  Tell me young nigga never learned a thang\n  Dead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang\n  Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry\n  Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die\n  Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\n  Afraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams\n  Vivid' pictures of my enemies in family times\n  God to forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die\n  Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\n  Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n  Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life\n  Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life\n  I'm troublesome\n\n  In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\n  I'm troublesome I don't give a fuck\n  im troublesome\n  like my nigga Napolean said nigga\n  somebody gotta explain why I aint got shit\n  im troublesome\n  you know what time it is\n  the Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\n  Makaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses\n  Mussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi,\n  Kastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani\n  We aint fucking around\n  We troublesome\n  hey yo\n  We troublesome\n  yo Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\n  He going for the hoes and the cash\n  fuck you niggas\n  OUTLAWZ\n  Khadafi tripple tight never sloppy\n  them other motherfuckers try to copy\n  but they cant mock u nigga u 2 strong\n  outlaw keep it going up\n  you know wassup\n  outlaws outlaws\n  outlaws outlaws\n  this is dedicated to the real niggas\n  all the real troublesome soldiers on the streets\n"},{"id":28917937,"name":"Troublesome","trackName":"Troublesome","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Troublesome (Interscope Sequence)","duration":231.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Born to wreck shit, poppin' bubble gum\nOthers call me up, but momma call me troublesome\nLearned to shoot a gun, before I learned to read or write\nNever touched a pipe, made my money every night\n'Til I gotta (ride), a motherfuckin' Benz\nBitch talked to every snitch, they jeopardized me gettin' rich\nOnly fifteen at a spot full of rock teens\nFull of hard knocks, ready to clock, FUCK the cops (yeah!)\nAnd we was fat like Trump\nEvery nigga packed a pump, so time to be poppin' trunks\nI stood at the top of the organization\nReady to pop a cop with no hesitations (fuck the police) yeah\nNow I'm makin' all the others run\n'Cause here it comes, look out for Brother Troublesome\nYeah, y'all, ha ha\nA nigga named Troublesome\nI learned from my mistakes I'm twenty-one now\nI gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battle\nAin't old enough to save but I behave just like a true vet\nThat's cause for all the dirt I did and dirt I didn't do yet\nTryin' to pop my pistol for a profit\nCopper tried to stop I didn't drop and so he got it (yeah)\nAnd I don't give a fuck about it\n(Ah yo you think you'll ever quit this shit?) I doubt it\nSo why not take all of me\n'Cause I just love to be the nigga that nobody else has the balls to be\nThese suckers always searchin' for me, with funk\nThey in a hurry to get buried with they Locs up\nAnd once I let my gun pop\nAnother motherfucker drops\nI smoke a gang of buddha better yet some Indo\nCrack through your window, nigga where the fuck the Yayo?\nYou tried to hesitate I couldn't wait to rush him\nI didn't trust him, he sneezed and I had to bust him\nI'm criminal I'm workin' doin' wicked shit\nSo catch a Christmas 'cause I'm murderin' your witnesses, I'm troublesome\nYeah (yeah)\nYeah, a nigga named Troublesome\nNow I'm on top got plenty open\nI ain't no fuckin' joke so you can label me King of Oakland, huh\nAs I sit back and rake my, dough in\nI let my money grown in just got rich off what they owin', huh\nAnd flippin' hoes, there's no open\nKeepin' a sister broke I'd rather take it from the token (give it up)\nA psychopath when provoked then\nAll you see is smoke I pull a pistol from my coat\nI told you we ain't havin' it (come here)\nGave up the dough, reached for his coat, started grabbin' it\n\"Bang bang\", was the sound as I jetted\nA bullet in the head so the sucker don't forget it\nBut I knew that I'd be dead soon\nCrime in my head, makin' decisions in my bedroom\nI see Task at my front door (ahh shit)\nBut I ain't goin' alive, so what the fuck these niggas come for?\nJust because you got a vest don't mean you escape from death (bitch)\nI'll put this AK to your chest it'll take your entire breath\nThrew a grenade in the front yard\nSix cops lunged then got crunched, here they come God\nThe other cops are closin' in\nDeja vu, what do I do, here we go again (here we go again)\nI'd rather take my life than have these suckers clown me\nWhen they found me, they call me troublesome\n(Niggas ain't dead but not alive)\nTroublesome, word up\nUptown, they got a Troublesome\nIn Crooklyn, they got a Troublesome\nIn the Bronx, they got a Troublesome\nIn Uptown, they got a Troublesome\nSouth Central, they got a Troublesome\nThe Jungle, they got a Troublesome\nWashington D.C. troublesome\nBaltimore (troublesome) Miami\nTroublesome, Seattle\nAll over this motherfuckin' country (troublesome)\nIn every single ghetto (troublesome)\nAs long as there ain't money there's gonna be troublesome\nTroublesome, word up\nTroublesome\nTroublesome (troublesome)\nTroublesome, troublesome\nA nigga named Troublesome","syncedLyrics":"[00:09.64] Born to wreck shit, poppin' bubble gum\n[00:11.60] Others call me up, but momma call me troublesome\n[00:13.68] Learned to shoot a gun, before I learned to read or write\n[00:16.46] Never touched a pipe, made my money every night\n[00:19.02] 'Til I gotta (ride), a motherfuckin' Benz\n[00:21.18] Bitch talked to every snitch, they jeopardized me gettin' rich\n[00:24.07] Only fifteen at a spot full of rock teens\n[00:26.47] Full of hard knocks, ready to clock, FUCK the cops (yeah!)\n[00:29.65] And we was fat like Trump\n[00:31.71] Every nigga packed a pump, so time to be poppin' trunks\n[00:34.86] I stood at the top of the organization\n[00:36.97] Ready to pop a cop with no hesitations (fuck the police) yeah\n[00:39.86] Now I'm makin' all the others run\n[00:41.77] 'Cause here it comes, look out for Brother Troublesome\n[00:44.63] Yeah, y'all, ha ha\n[00:48.00] A nigga named Troublesome\n[00:53.99] I learned from my mistakes I'm twenty-one now\n[00:56.49] I gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battle\n[00:58.96] Ain't old enough to save but I behave just like a true vet\n[01:01.31] That's cause for all the dirt I did and dirt I didn't do yet\n[01:04.18] Tryin' to pop my pistol for a profit\n[01:06.40] Copper tried to stop I didn't drop and so he got it (yeah)\n[01:08.78] And I don't give a fuck about it\n[01:11.10] (Ah yo you think you'll ever quit this shit?) I doubt it\n[01:14.11] So why not take all of me\n[01:16.46] 'Cause I just love to be the nigga that nobody else has the balls to be\n[01:20.01] These suckers always searchin' for me, with funk\n[01:22.46] They in a hurry to get buried with they Locs up\n[01:24.86] And once I let my gun pop\n[01:27.90] Another motherfucker drops\n[01:30.07] I smoke a gang of buddha better yet some Indo\n[01:32.00] Crack through your window, nigga where the fuck the Yayo?\n[01:34.86] You tried to hesitate I couldn't wait to rush him\n[01:37.28] I didn't trust him, he sneezed and I had to bust him\n[01:39.74] I'm criminal I'm workin' doin' wicked shit\n[01:42.02] So catch a Christmas 'cause I'm murderin' your witnesses, I'm troublesome\n[01:44.70] Yeah (yeah)\n[01:47.11] Yeah, a nigga named Troublesome\n[01:54.23] Now I'm on top got plenty open\n[01:56.20] I ain't no fuckin' joke so you can label me King of Oakland, huh\n[01:59.64] As I sit back and rake my, dough in\n[02:01.95] I let my money grown in just got rich off what they owin', huh\n[02:04.90] And flippin' hoes, there's no open\n[02:06.62] Keepin' a sister broke I'd rather take it from the token (give it up)\n[02:09.58] A psychopath when provoked then\n[02:11.71] All you see is smoke I pull a pistol from my coat\n[02:14.39] I told you we ain't havin' it (come here)\n[02:16.71] Gave up the dough, reached for his coat, started grabbin' it\n[02:19.35] \"Bang bang\", was the sound as I jetted\n[02:21.90] A bullet in the head so the sucker don't forget it\n[02:24.56] But I knew that I'd be dead soon\n[02:26.85] Crime in my head, makin' decisions in my bedroom\n[02:29.32] I see Task at my front door (ahh shit)\n[02:31.34] But I ain't goin' alive, so what the fuck these niggas come for?\n[02:34.78] Just because you got a vest don't mean you escape from death (bitch)\n[02:37.02] I'll put this AK to your chest it'll take your entire breath\n[02:40.00] Threw a grenade in the front yard\n[02:42.03] Six cops lunged then got crunched, here they come God\n[02:44.65] The other cops are closin' in\n[02:46.47] Deja vu, what do I do, here we go again (here we go again)\n[02:49.71] I'd rather take my life than have these suckers clown me\n[02:52.33] When they found me, they call me troublesome\n[02:55.16] (Niggas ain't dead but not alive)\n[02:59.35] Troublesome, word up\n[03:04.30] Uptown, they got a Troublesome\n[03:06.33] In Crooklyn, they got a Troublesome\n[03:08.82] In the Bronx, they got a Troublesome\n[03:11.06] In Uptown, they got a Troublesome\n[03:13.31] South Central, they got a Troublesome\n[03:15.97] The Jungle, they got a Troublesome\n[03:18.66] Washington D.C. troublesome\n[03:20.90] Baltimore (troublesome) Miami\n[03:25.13] Troublesome, Seattle\n[03:26.80] All over this motherfuckin' country (troublesome)\n[03:28.62] In every single ghetto (troublesome)\n[03:30.13] As long as there ain't money there's gonna be troublesome\n[03:32.80] Troublesome, word up\n[03:35.34] Troublesome\n[03:37.93] Troublesome 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start_ms: 26470\n  end_ms: 29650\n- text: And we was fat like Trump\n  start_ms: 29650\n  end_ms: 31710\n- text: Every nigga packed a pump, so time to be poppin' trunks\n  start_ms: 31710\n  end_ms: 34860\n- text: I stood at the top of the organization\n  start_ms: 34860\n  end_ms: 36970\n- text: Ready to pop a cop with no hesitations (fuck the police) yeah\n  start_ms: 36970\n  end_ms: 39860\n- text: Now I'm makin' all the others run\n  start_ms: 39860\n  end_ms: 41770\n- text: '''Cause here it comes, look out for Brother Troublesome'\n  start_ms: 41770\n  end_ms: 44630\n- text: Yeah, y'all, ha ha\n  start_ms: 44630\n  end_ms: 48000\n- text: A nigga named Troublesome\n  start_ms: 48000\n  end_ms: 53990\n- text: I learned from my mistakes I'm twenty-one now\n  start_ms: 53990\n  end_ms: 56490\n- text: I gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battle\n  start_ms: 56490\n  end_ms: 58960\n- text: Ain't old enough to save but I behave just like a true vet\n  start_ms: 58960\n  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save but I behave just like a true vet\n  That's cause for all the dirt I did and dirt I didn't do yet\n  Tryin' to pop my pistol for a profit\n  Copper tried to stop I didn't drop and so he got it (yeah)\n  And I don't give a fuck about it\n  (Ah yo you think you'll ever quit this shit?) I doubt it\n  So why not take all of me\n  'Cause I just love to be the nigga that nobody else has the balls to be\n  These suckers always searchin' for me, with funk\n  They in a hurry to get buried with they Locs up\n  And once I let my gun pop\n  Another motherfucker drops\n  I smoke a gang of buddha better yet some Indo\n  Crack through your window, nigga where the fuck the Yayo?\n  You tried to hesitate I couldn't wait to rush him\n  I didn't trust him, he sneezed and I had to bust him\n  I'm criminal I'm workin' doin' wicked shit\n  So catch a Christmas 'cause I'm murderin' your witnesses, I'm troublesome\n  Yeah (yeah)\n  Yeah, a nigga named Troublesome\n  Now I'm on top got plenty open\n  I ain't no fuckin' joke so you can label me King of Oakland, huh\n  As I sit back and rake my, dough in\n  I let my money grown in just got rich off what they owin', huh\n  And flippin' hoes, there's no open\n  Keepin' a sister broke I'd rather take it from the token (give it up)\n  A psychopath when provoked then\n  All you see is smoke I pull a pistol from my coat\n  I told you we ain't havin' it (come here)\n  Gave up the dough, reached for his coat, started grabbin' it\n  \"Bang bang\", was the sound as I jetted\n  A bullet in the head so the sucker don't forget it\n  But I knew that I'd be dead soon\n  Crime in my head, makin' decisions in my bedroom\n  I see Task at my front door (ahh shit)\n  But I ain't goin' alive, so what the fuck these niggas come for?\n  Just because you got a vest don't mean you escape from death (bitch)\n  I'll put this AK to your chest it'll take your entire breath\n  Threw a grenade in the front yard\n  Six cops lunged then got crunched, here they come God\n  The other cops are closin' in\n  Deja vu, what do I do, here we go again (here we go again)\n  I'd rather take my life than have these suckers clown me\n  When they found me, they call me troublesome\n  (Niggas ain't dead but not alive)\n  Troublesome, word up\n  Uptown, they got a Troublesome\n  In Crooklyn, they got a Troublesome\n  In the Bronx, they got a Troublesome\n  In Uptown, they got a Troublesome\n  South Central, they got a Troublesome\n  The Jungle, they got a Troublesome\n  Washington D.C. troublesome\n  Baltimore (troublesome) Miami\n  Troublesome, Seattle\n  All over this motherfuckin' country (troublesome)\n  In every single ghetto (troublesome)\n  As long as there ain't money there's gonna be troublesome\n  Troublesome, word up\n  Troublesome\n  Troublesome (troublesome)\n  Troublesome, troublesome\n  A nigga named Troublesome\n"},{"id":39952630,"name":"Troublesome (prod. 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freely\nScreaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli\nPistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to the care of my heartless strap\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on your ass like an avalanche\nA soul survivor, learned to get high and pull driveby's\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\nBusta ass motherfuckas tried to flee\nPicture me lettin this chump survive\nRan up on his ass when I dump he died\nCause I'm troublesome\n\nYoung, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\nI'm hopelesssss\nI live a thuglife, losing my focus baby\nI'm troublesome\nhaha...\nBadboy Killa\nThere is no one realler\nWhat you saw was the rough, rugged and raw\nOutlaw OUTLAW\n\nMurder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme\nThe crime rate ain't declined\nNiggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind\nLike twenty-five to life never crossed their mind\nTell me young nigga never learned a thang\nDead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang\nSniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry\nTry to warn the little nigga either stop or die\nMercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams\nVivid' pictures of my enemies in family times\nGod to forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die\nNeed to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life\nAin't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life\nI'm troublesome\n\nIn your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\nI'm troublesome I don't give a fuck\nim troublesome\nlike my nigga Napolean said nigga\nsomebody gotta explain why I aint got shit\nim troublesome\nyou know what time it is\nthe Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\nMakaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses\nMussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi,\nKastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani\nWe aint fucking around\nWe troublesome\nhey yo\nWe troublesome\nyo Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\nHe going for the hoes and the cash\nfuck you niggas\nOUTLAWZ\nKhadafi tripple tight never sloppy\nthem other motherfuckers try to copy\nbut they cant mock u nigga u 2 strong\noutlaw keep it going up\nyou know wassup\noutlaws outlaws\noutlaws outlaws\nthis is dedicated to the real niggas\nall the real troublesome soldiers on the streets","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.57] Troublesome nigga\n[00:02.23] Troublesome 19-motherfucking-96\n[00:05.92] Westside\n[00:06.77] Let it be known nigga\n[00:07.96] The boss of all bosses\n[00:09.15] Makaveli\n[00:10.26] Hahaha\n[00:11.71] Menacing Methods, Label me a lethal weapon\n[00:13.96] Making niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfection\n[00:15.88] Can you picture my specific plan?\n[00:17.66] To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n[00:20.65] Scams are plotted over grams and rocks\n[00:23.43] Undercover agents die by the random shots\n[00:26.04] We all die in the end, so revenge we 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outlaws outlaws\n  this is dedicated to the real niggas\n  all the real troublesome soldiers on the streets\n"},{"id":9274264,"name":"Troublesome","trackName":"Troublesome","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac Live","duration":184.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy yo!\nI got some new shit for y'all tonight\nOh, yes\nSee, (new shit) it's the nigga named Nas\nAnd he kick it with these niggas named Mobb Deep\nAnd they kick it with some niggas named Bad Boy\n\nI sent this out to Nas...\nAnd anybody else down with that clique\nWe still Bad Boy killas'\nY'all don't feel us (bitch)\n\nDa-da, da-da, da-da-da-ah, what\nMenacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon\nMakin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\nCan you picture my specific plan?\nTo be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n\nThese scams are plotted over grams and rocks\nUndercover agent die by the random shots\nWe all die in the end, so revenge we swore\nI was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\nMe, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nGot me a dog and named her \"my bitch nigga eater\"\n\nWhat could they do to me, you lil' brat? (shit)\nThem niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass (ha-ha)\nHow can I show you how I feel inside?\nWe Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\nNiggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n'Cause they fear me in the physical form\nLet it be known I'm troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nNa, na-na na, nahhh\nNa, na, na, na\nAll you niggas die (troublesome)\n\nOh, Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\nMy niggas die, we guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\nDeath before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first\nNiggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n\nWestside was the war cry, bustin' off freely\nWhen the, \"Fuck all y'all niggas!\" in Swahili\nPistol packin', fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to the care of my heartless strap\n\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on yo' ass, like an avalanche\nA sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\n\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', \"Please\"\nBusta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\nPicture me lettin' this chump survive\nRan up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n'Cause I'm troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nNa, na-na na, nahhh\nNa, na, na, na (woah)\nAll you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n\"Murder, murder, my mind state,\" shit ain't changed\nSince my last rhyme, the crime rate ain't decline\nNiggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\nLike 25 to life never crossed they mind\n\nTell me young nigga never learned a thang\nDead at 13 'cause he yearned to bang\nSent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?\nNeed to stop the gang bangin', \"Either stop or die.\"\n\nMercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\nVivid pictures of my enemies, family times\nLord, forgive me 'cause it's wrong, but I plan to die\n\nNow either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life\nAin't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\nNigga, we're troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na (one love to my nigga Suge)\nNa, na-na na, nahhh (what's up nigga?)\nNa, na, na, na (sweaty ass)\nAll you niggas die\nYou know\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Troublesome\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac Live\n  duration_ms: 184000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayy yo!\n  I got some new shit for y'all tonight\n  Oh, yes\n  See, (new shit) it's the nigga named Nas\n  And he kick it with these niggas named Mobb Deep\n  And they kick it with some niggas named Bad Boy\n\n  I sent this out to Nas...\n  And anybody else down with that clique\n  We still Bad Boy killas'\n  Y'all don't feel us (bitch)\n\n  Da-da, da-da, da-da-da-ah, what\n  Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon\n  Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\n  Can you picture my specific plan?\n  To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n\n  These scams are plotted over grams and rocks\n  Undercover agent die by the random shots\n  We all die in the end, so revenge we swore\n  I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\n  Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Got me a dog and named her \"my bitch nigga eater\"\n\n  What could they do to me, you lil' brat? (shit)\n  Them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass (ha-ha)\n  How can I show you how I feel inside?\n  We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\n  Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n  'Cause they fear me in the physical form\n  Let it be known I'm troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh\n  Na, na, na, na\n  All you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n  Oh, Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\n  My niggas die, we guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\n  Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first\n  Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n\n  Westside was the war cry, bustin' off freely\n  When the, \"Fuck all y'all niggas!\" in Swahili\n  Pistol packin', fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\n  Release me to the care of my heartless strap\n\n  Say my name three times like Candyman\n  Bet I roll on yo' ass, like an avalanche\n  A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\n  Murder my foes, can't control my nine\n\n  Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', \"Please\"\n  Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\n  Picture me lettin' this chump survive\n  Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n  'Cause I'm troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh\n  Na, na, na, na (woah)\n  All you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n  \"Murder, murder, my mind state,\" shit ain't changed\n  Since my last rhyme, the crime rate ain't decline\n  Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\n  Like 25 to life never crossed they mind\n\n  Tell me young nigga never learned a thang\n  Dead at 13 'cause he yearned to bang\n  Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?\n  Need to stop the gang bangin', \"Either stop or die.\"\n\n  Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream\n  Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\n  Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times\n  Lord, forgive me 'cause it's wrong, but I plan to die\n\n  Now either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep\n  Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n  Or send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life\n  Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\n  Nigga, we're troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na (one love to my nigga Suge)\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh (what's up nigga?)\n  Na, na, na, na (sweaty ass)\n  All you niggas die\n  You know\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":27445303,"name":"Troublesome","trackName":"Troublesome","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac Live","duration":230.76,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy yo!\nI got some new shit for y'all tonight\nOh, yes\nSee, (new shit) it's the nigga named Nas\nAnd he kick it with these niggas named Mobb Deep\nAnd they kick it with some niggas named Bad Boy\n\nI sent this out to Nas...\nAnd anybody else down with that clique\nWe still Bad Boy killas'\nY'all don't feel us (bitch)\n\nDa-da, da-da, da-da-da-ah, what\nMenacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon\nMakin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\nCan you picture my specific plan?\nTo be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n\nThese scams are plotted over grams and rocks\nUndercover agent die by the random shots\nWe all die in the end, so revenge we swore\nI was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\nMe, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nGot me a dog and named her \"my bitch nigga eater\"\n\nWhat could they do to me, you lil' brat? (shit)\nThem niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass (ha-ha)\nHow can I show you how I feel inside?\nWe Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\nNiggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n'Cause they fear me in the physical form\nLet it be known I'm troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nNa, na-na na, nahhh\nNa, na, na, na\nAll you niggas die (troublesome)\n\nOh, Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\nMy niggas die, we guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\nDeath before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first\nNiggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n\nWestside was the war cry, bustin' off freely\nWhen the, \"Fuck all y'all niggas!\" in Swahili\nPistol packin', fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to the care of my heartless strap\n\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on yo' ass, like an avalanche\nA sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\n\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', \"Please\"\nBusta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\nPicture me lettin' this chump survive\nRan up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n'Cause I'm troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nNa, na-na na, nahhh\nNa, na, na, na (woah)\nAll you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n\"Murder, murder, my mind state,\" shit ain't changed\nSince my last rhyme, the crime rate ain't decline\nNiggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\nLike 25 to life never crossed they mind\n\nTell me young nigga never learned a thang\nDead at 13 'cause he yearned to bang\nSent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?\nNeed to stop the gang bangin', \"Either stop or die.\"\n\nMercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\nVivid pictures of my enemies, family times\nLord, forgive me 'cause it's wrong, but I plan to die\n\nNow either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life\nAin't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\nNigga, we're troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na (one love to my nigga Suge)\nNa, na-na na, nahhh (what's up nigga?)\nNa, na, na, na (sweaty ass)\nAll you niggas die\nYou know\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Troublesome\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac Live\n  duration_ms: 230760\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayy yo!\n  I got some new shit for y'all tonight\n  Oh, yes\n  See, (new shit) it's the nigga named Nas\n  And he kick it with these niggas named Mobb Deep\n  And they kick it with some niggas named Bad Boy\n\n  I sent this out to Nas...\n  And anybody else down with that clique\n  We still Bad Boy killas'\n  Y'all don't feel us (bitch)\n\n  Da-da, da-da, da-da-da-ah, what\n  Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon\n  Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\n  Can you picture my specific plan?\n  To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n\n  These scams are plotted over grams and rocks\n  Undercover agent die by the random shots\n  We all die in the end, so revenge we swore\n  I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\n  Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Got me a dog and named her \"my bitch nigga eater\"\n\n  What could they do to me, you lil' brat? (shit)\n  Them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass (ha-ha)\n  How can I show you how I feel inside?\n  We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\n  Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n  'Cause they fear me in the physical form\n  Let it be known I'm troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh\n  Na, na, na, na\n  All you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n  Oh, Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\n  My niggas die, we guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\n  Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first\n  Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n\n  Westside was the war cry, bustin' off freely\n  When the, \"Fuck all y'all niggas!\" in Swahili\n  Pistol packin', fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\n  Release me to the care of my heartless strap\n\n  Say my name three times like Candyman\n  Bet I roll on yo' ass, like an avalanche\n  A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\n  Murder my foes, can't control my nine\n\n  Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', \"Please\"\n  Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\n  Picture me lettin' this chump survive\n  Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n  'Cause I'm troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh\n  Na, na, na, na (woah)\n  All you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n  \"Murder, murder, my mind state,\" shit ain't changed\n  Since my last rhyme, the crime rate ain't decline\n  Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\n  Like 25 to life never crossed they mind\n\n  Tell me young nigga never learned a thang\n  Dead at 13 'cause he yearned to bang\n  Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?\n  Need to stop the gang bangin', \"Either stop or die.\"\n\n  Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream\n  Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\n  Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times\n  Lord, forgive me 'cause it's wrong, but I plan to die\n\n  Now either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep\n  Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n  Or send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life\n  Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\n  Nigga, we're troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na (one love to my nigga Suge)\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh (what's up nigga?)\n  Na, na, na, na (sweaty ass)\n  All you niggas die\n  You know\n  Yeah\n"},{"id":16122975,"name":"Troublesome '96","trackName":"Troublesome '96","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac","duration":277.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Troublesome nigga\nTroublesome 19-motherfucking-96\nWestside\nLet it be known nigga\nthe boss of all bosses\nMakaveli\nhahaha\n\nMenacing Methods, Label me a lethal weapon\nMaking niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfection\nCan you picture my specific plan?\nTo be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\nScams are plotted over grams and rocks\nUndercover agents die by the random shots\nWe all die in the end, so revenge we swore\nI was all about my ends fuck friends and foes\nMe, a born leader, never leave the block without my heata\nGot me a dog and named her Mobb bitch nigga eata\nWhat could they do to me that little brat\nShit them niggas shot me and still terrified i get they ass\nHow can I show you how I feel inside\nWe outlawz, motherfuckas can't kill my pride\nNiggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone\nCause they fear me in the psychical form\nLet it be known I'm troublesome\n\nTroublesome nigga\nOutlawz\nWe put it down to the fullest\nSpitting rhymes and bullets\nHaha...\nTroublesome\nYa'll know what time it is\nCall the punk police, they can't stop us\nNiggas run the streets Haha.\nTroublesome\nYeah\n\nGutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\nA guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\nDeath before dishonor, bet i bomb on them first\nNiggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse\nWestside was the war cry bustin' all freely\nScreaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli\nPistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to the care of my heartless strap\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on your ass like an avalanche\nA soul survivor, learned to get high and pull driveby's\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\nBusta ass motherfuckas tried to flee\nPicture me lettin this chump survive\nRan up on his ass when I dump he died\nCause I'm troublesome\n\nYoung, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\nI'm hopelesssss\nI live a thuglife, losing my focus baby\nI'm troublesome\nhaha...\nBadboy Killa\nThere is no one realler\nWhat you saw was the rough, rugged and raw\nOutlaw OUTLAW\n\nMurder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme\nThe crime rate ain't declined\nNiggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind\nLike twenty-five to life never crossed their mind\nTell me young nigga never learned a thang\nDead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang\nSniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry\nTry to warn the little nigga either stop or die\nMercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams\nVivid' pictures of my enemies in family times\nGod to forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die\nNeed to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life\nAin't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life\nI'm troublesome\n\nIn your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\nI'm troublesome I don't give a fuck\nim troublesome\nlike my nigga Napolean said nigga\nsomebody gotta explain why I aint got shit\nim troublesome\nyou know what time it is\nthe Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\nMakaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses\nMussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi,\nKastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani\nWe aint fucking around\nWe troublesome\nhey yo\nWe troublesome\nyo Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\nHe going for the hoes and the cash\nfuck you niggas\nOUTLAWZ\nKhadafi tripple tight never sloppy\nthem other motherfuckers try to copy\nbut they cant mock u nigga u 2 strong\noutlaw keep it going up\nyou know wassup\noutlaws outlaws\noutlaws outlaws\nthis is dedicated to the real niggas\nall the real troublesome soldiers on the streets","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.57] Troublesome nigga\n[00:02.23] Troublesome 19-motherfucking-96\n[00:05.92] Westside\n[00:06.77] Let it be known nigga\n[00:07.96] The boss of all bosses\n[00:09.15] Makaveli\n[00:10.26] Hahaha\n[00:11.71] Menacing Methods, Label me a lethal weapon\n[00:13.96] Making niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfection\n[00:15.88] Can you picture my specific plan?\n[00:17.66] To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n[00:20.65] Scams are plotted over grams and rocks\n[00:23.43] Undercover agents die by the random shots\n[00:26.04] We all die in the end, so revenge we swore\n[00:28.50] I was all about my ends fuck friends and foes\n[00:30.98] 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dishonor, bet i bomb on them first\n[01:17.71] Niggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse\n[01:20.13] Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely\n[01:22.64] Screaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli\n[01:25.06] Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\n[01:27.89] Release me to the care of my heartless strap\n[01:29.98] Say my name three times like Candyman\n[01:32.20] Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche\n[01:34.89] A soul survivor, learned to get high and pull driveby's\n[01:37.56] Murder my foes, can't control my nine\n[01:39.94] Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\n[01:42.29] Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee\n[01:44.79] Picture me lettin this chump survive\n[01:47.13] Ran up on his ass when I dump he died\n[01:49.50] Cause I'm troublesome\n[01:51.26] Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\n[01:54.89] I'm hopelesssss\n[01:56.17] I live a thuglife, losing my focus baby\n[01:59.59] I'm troublesome\n[02:00.84] Haha...\n[02:01.80] Badboy Killa\n[02:03.11] There is no one realler\n[02:04.99] What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw\n[02:08.01] Outlaw OUTLAW\n[02:09.12] Murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme\n[02:13.00] The crime rate ain't declined\n[02:14.64] Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind\n[02:16.75] Like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind\n[02:19.00] Tell me young nigga never learned a thang\n[02:21.42] Dead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang\n[02:24.12] Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry\n[02:26.66] Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die\n[02:29.02] Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\n[02:31.56] Afraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams\n[02:34.00] Vivid' pictures of my enemies in family times\n[02:36.59] God to forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die\n[02:38.96] Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\n[02:41.48] Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n[02:43.79] Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life\n[02:46.45] Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life\n[02:48.44] I'm troublesome\n[02:49.94] In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\n[02:53.84] I'm troublesome I don't give a fuck\n[02:58.54] Im troublesome\n[03:01.38] Like my nigga Napolean said nigga\n[03:03.94] Somebody gotta explain why I aint got shit\n[03:07.31] Im troublesome\n[03:09.67] You know what time it is\n[03:11.72] The Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\n[03:13.72] Makaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses\n[03:16.74] Mussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi,\n[03:22.76] Kastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani\n[03:27.77] We aint fucking around\n[03:30.99] We troublesome\n[03:34.78] Hey yo\n[03:36.32] We troublesome\n[03:39.22] Yo Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\n[03:52.78] He going for the hoes and the cash\n[03:55.18] Fuck you niggas\n[03:56.90] OUTLAWZ\n[03:58.30] Khadafi tripple tight never sloppy\n[04:02.96] Them other motherfuckers try to copy\n[04:05.23] But they 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dump he died\n  Cause I'm troublesome\n\n  Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\n  I'm hopelesssss\n  I live a thuglife, losing my focus baby\n  I'm troublesome\n  haha...\n  Badboy Killa\n  There is no one realler\n  What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw\n  Outlaw OUTLAW\n\n  Murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme\n  The crime rate ain't declined\n  Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind\n  Like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind\n  Tell me young nigga never learned a thang\n  Dead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang\n  Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry\n  Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die\n  Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\n  Afraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams\n  Vivid' pictures of my enemies in family times\n  God to forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die\n  Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\n  Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n  Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life\n  Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life\n  I'm troublesome\n\n  In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\n  I'm troublesome I don't give a fuck\n  im troublesome\n  like my nigga Napolean said nigga\n  somebody gotta explain why I aint got shit\n  im troublesome\n  you know what time it is\n  the Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\n  Makaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses\n  Mussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi,\n  Kastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani\n  We aint fucking around\n  We troublesome\n  hey yo\n  We troublesome\n  yo Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\n  He going for the hoes and the cash\n  fuck you niggas\n  OUTLAWZ\n  Khadafi tripple tight never sloppy\n  them other motherfuckers try to copy\n  but they cant mock u nigga u 2 strong\n  outlaw keep it going up\n  you know wassup\n  outlaws outlaws\n  outlaws outlaws\n  this is dedicated to the real niggas\n  all the real troublesome soldiers on 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pride\nNiggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone\nCause they fear me in the psychical form\nLet it be known I'm troublesome\nTroublesome nigga\nOutlawz\nWe put it down to the fullest\nSpitting rhymes and bullets\nHaha...\nTroublesome\nYa'll know what time it is\nCall the punk police, they can't stop us\nNiggas run the streets Haha\nTroublesome\nGutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\nA guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\nDeath before dishonor, bet i bomb on them first\nNiggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse\nWestside was the war cry bustin' all freely\nScreaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli\nPistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to the care of my heartless strap\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on your ass like an avalanche\nA soul survivor, learned to get high and pull driveby's\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\nBusta ass motherfuckas tried to flee\nPicture me lettin this chump survive\nRan up on his ass when I dump he died\nCause I'm troublesome\nYoung, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\nI'm hopelesssss\nI live a thuglife, losing my focus baby\nI'm troublesome\nHaha...\nBadboy Killa\nThere is no one realler\nWhat you saw was the rough, rugged and raw\nOutlaw OUTLAW\nMurder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme\nThe crime rate ain't declined\nNiggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind\nLike twenty-five to life never crossed their mind\nTell me young nigga never learned a thang\nDead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang\nSniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry\nTry to warn the little nigga either stop or die\nMercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams\nVivid' pictures of my enemies in family times\nGod to forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die\nNeed to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to 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the end, so revenge we swore\n  I was all about my ends fuck friends and foes\n  Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heata\n  Got me a dog and named her Mobb bitch nigga eata\n  What could they do to me that little brat\n  Shit them niggas shot me and still terrified i get they ass\n  How can I show you how I feel inside\n  We outlawz, motherfuckas can't kill my pride\n  Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone\n  Cause they fear me in the psychical form\n  Let it be known I'm troublesome\n  Troublesome nigga\n  Outlawz\n  We put it down to the fullest\n  Spitting rhymes and bullets\n  Haha...\n  Troublesome\n  Ya'll know what time it is\n  Call the punk police, they can't stop us\n  Niggas run the streets Haha\n  Troublesome\n  Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\n  A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\n  Death before dishonor, bet i bomb on them first\n  Niggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse\n  Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely\n  Screaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli\n  Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\n  Release me to the care of my heartless strap\n  Say my name three times like Candyman\n  Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche\n  A soul survivor, learned to get high and pull driveby's\n  Murder my foes, can't control my nine\n  Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\n  Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee\n  Picture me lettin this chump survive\n  Ran up on his ass when I dump he died\n  Cause I'm troublesome\n  Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\n  I'm hopelesssss\n  I live a thuglife, losing my focus baby\n  I'm troublesome\n  Haha...\n  Badboy Killa\n  There is no one realler\n  What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw\n  Outlaw OUTLAW\n  Murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme\n  The crime rate ain't declined\n  Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind\n  Like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind\n  Tell me young nigga never learned a thang\n  Dead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang\n  Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry\n  Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die\n  Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\n  Afraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams\n  Vivid' pictures of my enemies in family times\n  God to forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die\n  Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\n  Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n  Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life\n  Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life\n  I'm troublesome\n  In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\n  I'm troublesome I don't give a fuck\n  Im troublesome\n  Like my nigga Napolean said nigga\n  Somebody gotta explain why I aint got shit\n  Im troublesome\n  You know what time it is\n  The Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\n  Makaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses\n  Mussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi\n  Kastro, Napoleon, Mo 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niggaz die)\nWe troublesome\n\nUh, gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\nA guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\nDeath before dishonor, bet I bomb on them first\nNiggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n\nWestside was the war cry, bustin' all freely\nScreaming fuck all y'all niggas in Swahili\nPistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to the care of my heartless strap\n\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on your ass like an avalanche\nA soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\n\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\nBusta ass motherfuckas tried to flee\nPicture me lettin' this chump survive\nRan up on his ass when I dump he died\nCause I'm troublesome\n\nYoung, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\nI'm hopeless\nI live a thug life, losing my focus, baby (all you niggaz die)\nI'm troublesome, hahaha\n\nBadboy Killa\nThere is no one realer\nWhat you saw was the rough, rugged and raw (all you niggaz die)\nOutlaw, Outlaw\n\nMurder, murder my mind states, shit ain't change since my last rhyme\nThe crime rate ain't declined\nNiggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind\nLike twenty-five to life never crossed they mind\n\nTell me, young nigga never learned a thang\nDead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang\nSniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry?\nTry to warn the little nigga, either stop or die\n\nMercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\nVivid pictures of my enemies, family times\nGod forgive me 'cause it's wrong but I plan to die\n\nNeed to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to hell 'cause I ain't beggin' for my life\nAin't nothin' worse than this cursed ass hopeless life\nI'm troublesome\n\nIn your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me, hahaha\nI'm troublesome, I don't give a fuck (all you niggaz die)\nI'm troublesome\n\nLike my nigga Napoleon said, nigga\nSomebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit, haha (all you niggaz die)\nI'm troublesome\n\nYou know what time it is, the Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\nMakaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses (all you niggaz die)\n\nMussolini, E.D.I. Mean, Hussein Fatal, Gaddafi\nCastro, Napoleon, Mo Khumani, hahaha (all you niggaz die)\n\nWe ain't fucking around\nWe troublesome\nHey yo (all you niggaz die)\nWe troublesome\nI ain't going (all you niggaz die), haha\n\nYo Castro, the first to blast the last one to dash\nGoing for the hoes and the cash (all you niggaz die)\nFuck you, niggas\nOutlawz\n\nGaddafi, triple tight, never sloppy\nThem other motherfuckers try to copy (all you niggaz die)\nBut they can't mock you, nigga, you too strong\nOutlaw, keep it going up\nYou know wassup\nOutlaws, outlaws (all you niggaz die)\n\nOutlaws, outlaws (all you niggaz die)\nThis is dedicated to the real niggas\nAll the real troublesome souljas on the streets\nAll you niggaz die","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.39] Troublesome nigga\n[00:03.89] Troublesome nineteen-motherfuckin'-ninety-six (Westside)\n[00:06.89] Let it be known, nigga\n[00:08.17] The boss of all bosses\n[00:09.47] Makaveli (all you niggaz die)\n[00:10.53] Hahaha\n[00:11.84] Menacing methods, label me a lethal weapon\n[00:13.94] Making niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfections\n[00:16.02] Can you picture my specific plan?\n[00:17.88] To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n[00:21.18] Scams are plotted over grams of rocks\n[00:23.70] Outlaws, motherfuckers die by the random shot\n[00:26.34] We all die in the end, so revenge we swore\n[00:28.40] I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\n[00:31.37] Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n[00:33.76] Got me a dog and named her Mobb Bitch, nigga eater\n[00:36.37] What could they do to me, you little brat?\n[00:38.27] Shit, them niggas done shot me and still terrified I get they ass\n[00:41.33] How can I show you how I feel inside?\n[00:43.20] We outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\n[00:45.93] Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone\n[00:48.20] Cause they fear me in the psychical form\n[00:50.32] Let it be known I'm troublesome\n[00:52.53] Troublesome nigga\n[00:54.14] Outlawz\n[00:55.74] We put it down to the fullest\n[00:57.21] Spitting rhymes and bullets, haha (all you niggaz die)\n[01:00.66] We troublesome\n[01:02.28] Y'all know what time it is\n[01:04.86] Call the punk police, they can't stop us\n[01:08.09] Niggas run the streets, haha (all you niggaz die)\n[01:10.38] We troublesome\n[01:10.65] Uh, gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\n[01:13.09] A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\n[01:15.34] Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on them first\n[01:17.72] Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n[01:20.42] Westside was the war cry, bustin' all freely\n[01:22.78] Screaming fuck all y'all niggas in Swahili\n[01:25.47] Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\n[01:27.54] Release me to the care of my heartless strap\n[01:30.16] Say my name three times like Candyman\n[01:32.55] Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche\n[01:35.44] A soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\n[01:37.80] Murder my foes, can't control my nine\n[01:39.96] Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\n[01:42.51] Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee\n[01:44.97] Picture me lettin' this chump survive\n[01:47.13] Ran up on his ass when I dump he died\n[01:49.98] Cause I'm troublesome\n[01:51.51] Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\n[01:54.94] I'm hopeless\n[01:56.52] I live a thug life, losing my focus, baby (all you niggaz die)\n[01:59.61] I'm troublesome, hahaha\n[02:01.86] Badboy Killa\n[02:03.66] There is no one realer\n[02:05.25] What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw (all you niggaz die)\n[02:07.61] Outlaw, Outlaw\n[02:09.77] Murder, murder my mind states, shit ain't change since my last rhyme\n[02:12.82] The crime rate ain't declined\n[02:14.49] Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind\n[02:16.83] Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mind\n[02:19.92] Tell me, young nigga never learned a thang\n[02:21.87] Dead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang\n[02:24.29] Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry?\n[02:26.80] Try to warn the little nigga, either stop or die\n[02:29.31] Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream\n[02:31.82] Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\n[02:34.22] Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times\n[02:36.61] God forgive me 'cause it's wrong but I plan to die\n[02:38.99] Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\n[02:41.46] Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n[02:43.96] Or send me to hell 'cause I ain't beggin' for my life\n[02:46.14] Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed ass hopeless life\n[02:49.11] I'm troublesome\n[02:51.57] In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me, hahaha\n[02:55.71] I'm troublesome, I don't give a fuck (all you niggaz die)\n[02:58.92] I'm troublesome\n[03:02.34] Like my nigga Napoleon said, nigga\n[03:04.64] Somebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit, haha (all you niggaz die)\n[03:07.81] I'm troublesome\n[03:11.35] You know what time it is, the Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\n[03:14.48] Makaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses (all you niggaz die)\n[03:17.53] Mussolini, E.D.I. Mean, Hussein Fatal, Gaddafi\n[03:23.16] Castro, Napoleon, Mo Khumani, hahaha (all you niggaz die)\n[03:28.45] We ain't fucking around\n[03:31.59] We troublesome\n[03:35.82] Hey yo (all you niggaz die)\n[03:38.46] We troublesome\n[03:44.07] I ain't going (all you niggaz die), haha\n[03:48.76] Yo Castro, the first to blast the last one to dash\n[03:52.66] Going for the hoes and the cash (all you niggaz die)\n[03:55.70] Fuck you, niggas\n[03:58.47] Outlawz\n[03:59.73] Gaddafi, triple tight, never sloppy\n[04:03.90] Them other motherfuckers try to copy (all you niggaz die)\n[04:05.07] But they can't mock you, nigga, you too strong\n[04:08.25] Outlaw, keep it going up\n[04:11.12] You know wassup\n[04:13.20] Outlaws, outlaws (all you niggaz die)\n[04:26.96] Outlaws, outlaws (all you niggaz die)\n[04:28.61] This is dedicated to the real niggas\n[04:30.87] All the real troublesome souljas on the streets\n[04:34.32] All you niggaz die\n[04:37.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  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hahaha\n\n  Badboy Killa\n  There is no one realer\n  What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw (all you niggaz die)\n  Outlaw, Outlaw\n\n  Murder, murder my mind states, shit ain't change since my last rhyme\n  The crime rate ain't declined\n  Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind\n  Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mind\n\n  Tell me, young nigga never learned a thang\n  Dead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang\n  Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry?\n  Try to warn the little nigga, either stop or die\n\n  Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream\n  Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\n  Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times\n  God forgive me 'cause it's wrong but I plan to die\n\n  Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\n  Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n  Or send me to hell 'cause I ain't beggin' for my life\n  Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed ass hopeless life\n  I'm troublesome\n\n  In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me, hahaha\n  I'm troublesome, I don't give a fuck (all you niggaz die)\n  I'm troublesome\n\n  Like my nigga Napoleon said, nigga\n  Somebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit, haha (all you niggaz die)\n  I'm troublesome\n\n  You know what time it is, the Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\n  Makaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses (all you niggaz die)\n\n  Mussolini, E.D.I. 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swore\nI was all about my ends fuck friends and foes\nMe, a born leader, never leave the block without my heata\nGot me a dog and named her Mobb bitch nigga eata\nWhat could they do to me that little brat\nShit them niggas shot me and still terrified i get they ass\nHow can I show you how I feel inside\nWe outlawz, motherfuckas can't kill my pride\nNiggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone\nCause they fear me in the psychical form\nLet it be known I'm troublesome\n\nTroublesome nigga\nOutlawz\nWe put it down to the fullest\nSpitting rhymes and bullets\nHaha...\nTroublesome\nYa'll know what time it is\nCall the punk police, they can't stop us\nNiggas run the streets Haha.\nTroublesome\nYeah\n\nGutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\nA guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\nDeath before dishonor, bet i bomb on them first\nNiggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse\nWestside was the war cry bustin' all freely\nScreaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli\nPistol 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die\n[02:38.96] Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\n[02:41.48] Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n[02:43.79] Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life\n[02:46.45] Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life\n[02:48.44] I'm troublesome\n[02:49.94] In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\n[02:53.84] I'm troublesome I don't give a fuck\n[02:58.54] Im troublesome\n[03:01.38] Like my nigga Napolean said nigga\n[03:03.94] Somebody gotta explain why I aint got shit\n[03:07.31] Im troublesome\n[03:09.67] You know what time it is\n[03:11.72] The Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\n[03:13.72] Makaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses\n[03:16.74] Mussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi,\n[03:22.76] Kastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani\n[03:27.77] We aint fucking around\n[03:30.99] We troublesome\n[03:34.78] Hey yo\n[03:36.32] We troublesome\n[03:39.22] Yo Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\n[03:52.78] He going for the hoes 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 We outlawz, motherfuckas can't kill my pride\n  Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone\n  Cause they fear me in the psychical form\n  Let it be known I'm troublesome\n\n  Troublesome nigga\n  Outlawz\n  We put it down to the fullest\n  Spitting rhymes and bullets\n  Haha...\n  Troublesome\n  Ya'll know what time it is\n  Call the punk police, they can't stop us\n  Niggas run the streets Haha.\n  Troublesome\n  Yeah\n\n  Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\n  A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\n  Death before dishonor, bet i bomb on them first\n  Niggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse\n  Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely\n  Screaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli\n  Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\n  Release me to the care of my heartless strap\n  Say my name three times like Candyman\n  Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche\n  A soul survivor, learned to get high and pull driveby's\n  Murder my foes, can't control my nine\n  Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\n  Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee\n  Picture me lettin this chump survive\n  Ran up on his ass when I dump he died\n  Cause I'm troublesome\n\n  Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\n  I'm hopelesssss\n  I live a thuglife, losing my focus baby\n  I'm troublesome\n  haha...\n  Badboy Killa\n  There is no one realler\n  What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw\n  Outlaw OUTLAW\n\n  Murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme\n  The crime rate ain't declined\n  Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind\n  Like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind\n  Tell me young nigga never learned a thang\n  Dead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang\n  Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry\n  Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die\n  Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\n  Afraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams\n  Vivid' pictures of my enemies in family times\n  God to forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die\n  Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\n  Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n  Or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life\n  Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life\n  I'm troublesome\n\n  In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\n  I'm troublesome I don't give a fuck\n  im troublesome\n  like my nigga Napolean said nigga\n  somebody gotta explain why I aint got shit\n  im troublesome\n  you know what time it is\n  the Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\n  Makaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses\n  Mussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi,\n  Kastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani\n  We aint fucking around\n  We troublesome\n  hey yo\n  We troublesome\n  yo Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\n  He going for the hoes and the cash\n  fuck you niggas\n  OUTLAWZ\n  Khadafi tripple tight never sloppy\n  them other motherfuckers try to copy\n  but they cant mock u nigga u 2 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Eater\"\nWhat could they do to me and lil' brat?\nShit, them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass\nHow can I show you how I feel inside?\nWe Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\nNiggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n'Cause they fear me in physical form\nLet it be known I'm troublesome\n(Troublesome nigga)\n(Outlawz)\nPut it down to the fullest\nSpittin' rhymes and bullet\nAll you niggas die\nTroublesome\nY'all know what time it is\nCall the punk police, they can't stop us\nNiggas run the streets, we troublesome (all you niggas die)\nWe troublesome\nGutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\nA guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\nDeath before dishonor, better bomb on 'em first\nNiggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\nWestside was the war cry bustin off freely\nScreamin', \"Fuck, all y'all niggas\" in Swahili\nPistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to the care, of my heartless strap\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on yo' ass like an avalanche\nA sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\nBusta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\nPicture me lettin' this chump survive\nRan up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n'Cause I'm troublesome\nYoung, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\nI'm hopeless\nI live the thug Life, losin' my focus baby (all you niggas die)\nI'm troublesome\nBad Boy killa\nThere is no one realer\nWhat you saw was the rough rugged and raw (all you niggas die)\nOutlaw!\n\"Murder murder\" my mind state, shit ain't changed\nSince my last rhyme the crime rate ain't decline\nNiggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\nLike twenty-five to life never crossed they mind\nTell me young nigga never learned a thang\nDead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang\nSniffed a lot of flowers, but how could I cry\nTried to warn the little nigga either stop or die\nMercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\nVivid pictures of my enemies, family times\nGod forgive me 'cause it's wrong but I plan to die\nEither take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to hell 'cause I ain't beggin' for my life\nAin't nuthin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\nI'm troublesome\nIn your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\n(All you niggas die) I'm troublesome, I don't give a fuck\nI'm troublesome like my nigga Napoleon said nigga\nSomebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit (all you niggas die)\nI'm troublesome\nYou know what time it is, the Outlaw clique\nYoung rugged and sick\nMakaveli the Don the boss of all bosses (All you niggas die)\nMusolini, Edi Amin\nHussein Fatal\nKhadafi, Kastro\nNapoleon, Khomeini (all you niggas die)\nWe ain't fuck around\nWe troublesome (bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die) ayo\nWe troublesome\nI ain't goin' (bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die)\nYoung Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\nGoin' for the hoes and the cash\nFuck you niggas, Outlawz!\nKhadafi, trump tight never sloppy\nThem motherfuckers try to copy\nBut they can't mock you nigga, you're too strong (all you niggas die)\nOutlawz keep it goin' on\nYou know wassup\nOutlawz, Outlawz (all you niggas die)\n(Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die) Outlawz, Outlawz\nThis is dedicated to the real niggas\nAll the real troublesome soldiers on the streets\n(Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Troublesome '96\n  artist: 2pac\n  album: b0unce's 2pac uploadz..\n  duration_ms: 324541\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Troublesome nigga\n  Troublesome 19-motherfuckin' 96 (Westside!)\n  Let it be known nigga\n  Boss of all bosses, Makaveli\n  Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon\n  Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\n  Can you picture my 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die)\n  We troublesome\n  Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\n  A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\n  Death before dishonor, better bomb on 'em first\n  Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n  Westside was the war cry bustin off freely\n  Screamin', \"Fuck, all y'all niggas\" in Swahili\n  Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\n  Release me to the care, of my heartless strap\n  Say my name three times like Candyman\n  Bet I roll on yo' ass like an avalanche\n  A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\n  Murder my foes, can't control my nine\n  Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\n  Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\n  Picture me lettin' this chump survive\n  Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n  'Cause I'm troublesome\n  Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\n  I'm hopeless\n  I live the thug Life, losin' my focus baby (all you niggas die)\n  I'm troublesome\n  Bad Boy killa\n  There is no one realer\n  What you saw was the rough rugged and raw (all you niggas die)\n  Outlaw!\n  \"Murder murder\" my mind state, shit ain't changed\n  Since my last rhyme the crime rate ain't decline\n  Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\n  Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mind\n  Tell me young nigga never learned a thang\n  Dead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang\n  Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could I cry\n  Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die\n  Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\n  Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\n  Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times\n  God forgive me 'cause it's wrong but I plan to die\n  Either take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep\n  Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n  Or send me to hell 'cause I ain't beggin' for my life\n  Ain't nuthin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\n  I'm troublesome\n  In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\n  (All you niggas die) I'm troublesome, I don't give a fuck\n  I'm troublesome like my nigga Napoleon said nigga\n  Somebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit (all you niggas die)\n  I'm troublesome\n  You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique\n  Young rugged and sick\n  Makaveli the Don the boss of all bosses (All you niggas die)\n  Musolini, Edi Amin\n  Hussein Fatal\n  Khadafi, Kastro\n  Napoleon, Khomeini (all you niggas die)\n  We ain't fuck around\n  We troublesome (bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die) ayo\n  We troublesome\n  I ain't goin' (bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die)\n  Young Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\n  Goin' for the hoes and the cash\n  Fuck you niggas, Outlawz!\n  Khadafi, trump tight never sloppy\n  Them motherfuckers try to copy\n  But they can't mock you nigga, you're too strong (all you niggas die)\n  Outlawz keep it goin' on\n  You know wassup\n  Outlawz, Outlawz (all you niggas die)\n  (Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die) Outlawz, Outlawz\n  This is dedicated to the real niggas\n  All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets\n  (Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die)\n"},{"id":24710146,"name":"Troublesome 96'","trackName":"Troublesome 96'","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac - Greatest Hits CD2","duration":277.32675,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Troublesome nigga\nTroublesome 19-motherfuckin' 96 (Westside!)\nLet it be known nigga\nBoss of all bosses, Makaveli\nMenacin' methods label me a lethal weapon\nMakin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\nCan you picture my specific plan?\nTo be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are planned\nScams are plotted over grams and rocks\nOutlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots\nWe all die in the end, so revenge we swore\nI was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\nMe, a born leader, never leave the block\nWithout my my heat or Glock got me a dog and named her \"My Bitch Nigga Eater\"\nWhat could they do to me and lil' brat?\nShit, them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass\nHow can I show you how I feel inside?\nWe Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\nNiggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n'Cause they fear me in physical form\nLet it be known I'm troublesome\n(Troublesome nigga)\n(Outlawz)\nPut it down to the fullest\nSpittin' rhymes and bullet\nAll you niggas die\nTroublesome\nY'all know what time it is\nCall the punk police, they can't stop us\nNiggas run the streets, we troublesome (all you niggas die)\nWe troublesome\nGutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\nA guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\nDeath before dishonor, better bomb on 'em first\nNiggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\nWestside was the war cry bustin off freely\nScreamin', \"Fuck, all y'all niggas\" in Swahili\nPistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to the care, of my heartless strap\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on yo' ass like an avalanche\nA sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\nBusta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\nPicture me lettin' this chump survive\nRan up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n'Cause I'm troublesome\nYoung, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\nI'm hopeless\nI live the thug Life, losin' my focus baby (all you niggas die)\nI'm troublesome\nBad Boy killa\nThere is no one realer\nWhat you saw was the rough rugged and raw (all you niggas die)\nOutlaw!\n\"Murder murder\" my mind state, shit ain't changed\nSince my last rhyme the crime rate ain't decline\nNiggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\nLike twenty-five to life never crossed they mind\nTell me young nigga never learned a thang\nDead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang\nSniffed a lot of flowers, but how could I cry\nTried to warn the little nigga either stop or die\nMercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\nVivid pictures of my enemies, family times\nGod forgive me 'cause it's wrong but I plan to die\nEither take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to hell 'cause I ain't beggin' for my life\nAin't nuthin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\nI'm troublesome\nIn your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\n(All you niggas die) I'm troublesome, I don't give a fuck\nI'm troublesome like my nigga Napoleon said nigga\nSomebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit (all you niggas die)\nI'm troublesome\nYou know what time it is, the Outlaw clique\nYoung rugged and sick\nMakaveli the Don the boss of all bosses (All you niggas die)\nMusolini, Edi Amin\nHussein Fatal\nKhadafi, Kastro\nNapoleon, Khomeini (all you niggas die)\nWe ain't fuck around\nWe troublesome (bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die) ayo\nWe troublesome\nI ain't goin' (bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die)\nYoung Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\nGoin' for the hoes and the cash\nFuck you niggas, Outlawz!\nKhadafi, trump tight never sloppy\nThem motherfuckers try to copy\nBut they can't mock you nigga, you're too strong (all you niggas die)\nOutlawz keep it goin' on\nYou know wassup\nOutlawz, Outlawz (all you niggas die)\n(Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die) Outlawz, Outlawz\nThis is dedicated to the real niggas\nAll the real troublesome soldiers on the streets\n(Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Troublesome 96'\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac - Greatest Hits CD2\n  duration_ms: 277327\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Troublesome nigga\n  Troublesome 19-motherfuckin' 96 (Westside!)\n  Let it be known nigga\n  Boss of all bosses, Makaveli\n  Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon\n  Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\n  Can you picture my specific plan?\n  To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are planned\n  Scams are plotted over grams and rocks\n  Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots\n  We all die in the end, so revenge we swore\n  I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\n  Me, a born leader, never leave the block\n  Without my my heat or Glock got me a dog and named her \"My Bitch Nigga Eater\"\n  What could they do to me and lil' brat?\n  Shit, them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass\n  How can I show you how I feel inside?\n  We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\n  Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n  'Cause they fear me in physical form\n  Let it be known I'm troublesome\n  (Troublesome nigga)\n  (Outlawz)\n  Put it down to the fullest\n  Spittin' rhymes and bullet\n  All you niggas die\n  Troublesome\n  Y'all know what time it is\n  Call the punk police, they can't stop us\n  Niggas run the streets, we troublesome (all you niggas die)\n  We troublesome\n  Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\n  A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\n  Death before dishonor, better bomb on 'em first\n  Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n  Westside was the war cry bustin off freely\n  Screamin', \"Fuck, all y'all niggas\" in Swahili\n  Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\n  Release me to the care, of my heartless strap\n  Say my name three times like Candyman\n  Bet I roll on yo' ass like an avalanche\n  A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\n  Murder my foes, can't control my nine\n  Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\n  Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\n  Picture me lettin' this chump survive\n  Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n  'Cause I'm troublesome\n  Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\n  I'm hopeless\n  I live the thug Life, losin' my focus baby (all you niggas die)\n  I'm troublesome\n  Bad Boy killa\n  There is no one realer\n  What you saw was the rough rugged and raw (all you niggas die)\n  Outlaw!\n  \"Murder murder\" my mind state, shit ain't changed\n  Since my last rhyme the crime rate ain't decline\n  Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\n  Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mind\n  Tell me young nigga never learned a thang\n  Dead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang\n  Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could I cry\n  Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die\n  Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\n  Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\n  Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times\n  God forgive me 'cause it's wrong but I plan to die\n  Either take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep\n  Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n  Or send me to hell 'cause I ain't beggin' for my life\n  Ain't nuthin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\n  I'm troublesome\n  In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\n  (All you niggas die) I'm troublesome, I don't give a fuck\n  I'm troublesome like my nigga Napoleon said nigga\n  Somebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit (all you niggas die)\n  I'm troublesome\n  You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique\n  Young rugged and sick\n  Makaveli the Don the boss of all bosses (All you niggas die)\n  Musolini, Edi Amin\n  Hussein Fatal\n  Khadafi, Kastro\n  Napoleon, Khomeini (all you niggas die)\n  We ain't fuck around\n  We troublesome (bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die) ayo\n  We troublesome\n  I ain't goin' (bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die)\n  Young Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\n  Goin' for the hoes and the cash\n  Fuck you niggas, Outlawz!\n  Khadafi, trump tight never sloppy\n  Them motherfuckers try to copy\n  But they can't mock you nigga, you're too strong (all you niggas die)\n  Outlawz keep it goin' on\n  You know wassup\n  Outlawz, Outlawz (all you niggas die)\n  (Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die) Outlawz, Outlawz\n  This is dedicated to the real niggas\n  All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets\n  (Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die)\n"},{"id":26508934,"name":"Troublesome 96'","trackName":"Troublesome 96'","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac – Greatest Hits Clean","duration":277.5313,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Troublesome nigga\nTroublesome 19-motherfuckin' 96 (Westside!)\nLet it be known nigga\nBoss of all bosses, Makaveli\nMenacin' methods label me a lethal weapon\nMakin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\nCan you picture my specific plan?\nTo be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are planned\nScams are plotted over grams and rocks\nOutlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots\nWe all die in the end, so revenge we swore\nI was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\nMe, a born leader, never leave the block\nWithout my my heat or Glock got me a dog and named her \"My Bitch Nigga Eater\"\nWhat could they do to me and lil' brat?\nShit, them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass\nHow can I show you how I feel inside?\nWe Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\nNiggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n'Cause they fear me in physical form\nLet it be known I'm troublesome\n(Troublesome nigga)\n(Outlawz)\nPut it down to the fullest\nSpittin' rhymes and bullet\nAll you niggas die\nTroublesome\nY'all know what time it is\nCall the punk police, they can't stop us\nNiggas run the streets, we troublesome (all you niggas die)\nWe troublesome\nGutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\nA guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\nDeath before dishonor, better bomb on 'em first\nNiggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\nWestside was the war cry bustin off freely\nScreamin', \"Fuck, all y'all niggas\" in Swahili\nPistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to the care, of my heartless strap\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on yo' ass like an avalanche\nA sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\nBusta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\nPicture me lettin' this chump survive\nRan up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n'Cause I'm troublesome\nYoung, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\nI'm hopeless\nI live the thug Life, losin' my focus baby (all you niggas die)\nI'm troublesome\nBad Boy killa\nThere is no one realer\nWhat you saw was the rough rugged and raw (all you niggas die)\nOutlaw!\n\"Murder murder\" my mind state, shit ain't changed\nSince my last rhyme the crime rate ain't decline\nNiggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\nLike twenty-five to life never crossed they mind\nTell me young nigga never learned a thang\nDead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang\nSniffed a lot of flowers, but how could I cry\nTried to warn the little nigga either stop or die\nMercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\nVivid pictures of my enemies, family times\nGod forgive me 'cause it's wrong but I plan to die\nEither take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to hell 'cause I ain't beggin' for my life\nAin't nuthin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\nI'm troublesome\nIn your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\n(All you niggas die) I'm troublesome, I don't give a fuck\nI'm troublesome like my nigga Napoleon said nigga\nSomebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit (all you niggas die)\nI'm troublesome\nYou know what time it is, the Outlaw clique\nYoung rugged and sick\nMakaveli the Don the boss of all bosses (All you niggas die)\nMusolini, Edi Amin\nHussein Fatal\nKhadafi, Kastro\nNapoleon, Khomeini (all you niggas die)\nWe ain't fuck around\nWe troublesome (bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die) ayo\nWe troublesome\nI ain't goin' (bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die)\nYoung Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\nGoin' for the hoes and the cash\nFuck you niggas, Outlawz!\nKhadafi, trump tight never sloppy\nThem motherfuckers try to copy\nBut they can't mock you nigga, you're too strong (all you niggas die)\nOutlawz keep it goin' on\nYou know wassup\nOutlawz, Outlawz (all you niggas die)\n(Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die) Outlawz, Outlawz\nThis is dedicated to the real niggas\nAll the real troublesome soldiers on the streets\n(Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Troublesome 96'\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac – Greatest Hits Clean\n  duration_ms: 277531\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Troublesome nigga\n  Troublesome 19-motherfuckin' 96 (Westside!)\n  Let it be known nigga\n  Boss of all bosses, Makaveli\n  Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon\n  Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\n  Can you picture my specific plan?\n  To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are planned\n  Scams are plotted over grams and rocks\n  Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots\n  We all die in the end, so revenge we swore\n  I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\n  Me, a born leader, never leave the block\n  Without my my heat or Glock got me a dog and named her \"My Bitch Nigga Eater\"\n  What could they do to me and lil' brat?\n  Shit, them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass\n  How can I show you how I feel inside?\n  We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\n  Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n  'Cause they fear me in physical form\n  Let it be known I'm troublesome\n  (Troublesome nigga)\n  (Outlawz)\n  Put it down to the fullest\n  Spittin' rhymes and bullet\n  All you niggas die\n  Troublesome\n  Y'all know what time it is\n  Call the punk police, they can't stop us\n  Niggas run the streets, we troublesome (all you niggas die)\n  We troublesome\n  Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\n  A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\n  Death before dishonor, better bomb on 'em first\n  Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n  Westside was the war cry bustin off freely\n  Screamin', \"Fuck, all y'all niggas\" in Swahili\n  Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\n  Release me to the care, of my heartless strap\n  Say my name three times like Candyman\n  Bet I roll on yo' ass like an avalanche\n  A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\n  Murder my foes, can't control my nine\n  Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\n  Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\n  Picture me lettin' this chump survive\n  Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n  'Cause I'm troublesome\n  Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\n  I'm hopeless\n  I live the thug Life, losin' my focus baby (all you niggas die)\n  I'm troublesome\n  Bad Boy killa\n  There is no one realer\n  What you saw was the rough rugged and raw (all you niggas die)\n  Outlaw!\n  \"Murder murder\" my mind state, shit ain't changed\n  Since my last rhyme the crime rate ain't decline\n  Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\n  Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mind\n  Tell me young nigga never learned a thang\n  Dead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang\n  Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could I cry\n  Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die\n  Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\n  Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\n  Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times\n  God forgive me 'cause it's wrong but I plan to die\n  Either take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep\n  Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n  Or send me to hell 'cause I ain't beggin' for my life\n  Ain't nuthin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\n  I'm troublesome\n  In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\n  (All you niggas die) I'm troublesome, I don't give a fuck\n  I'm troublesome like my nigga Napoleon said nigga\n  Somebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit (all you niggas die)\n  I'm troublesome\n  You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique\n  Young rugged and sick\n  Makaveli the Don the boss of all bosses (All you niggas die)\n  Musolini, Edi Amin\n  Hussein Fatal\n  Khadafi, Kastro\n  Napoleon, Khomeini (all you niggas die)\n  We ain't fuck around\n  We troublesome (bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die) ayo\n  We troublesome\n  I ain't goin' (bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die)\n  Young Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\n  Goin' for the hoes and the cash\n  Fuck you niggas, Outlawz!\n  Khadafi, trump tight never sloppy\n  Them motherfuckers try to copy\n  But they can't mock you nigga, you're too strong (all you niggas die)\n  Outlawz keep it goin' on\n  You know wassup\n  Outlawz, Outlawz (all you niggas die)\n  (Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die) Outlawz, Outlawz\n  This is dedicated to the real niggas\n  All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets\n  (Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die)\n"},{"id":18318511,"name":"Troublesome ’96 - 2Pac","trackName":"Troublesome ’96 - 2Pac","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Greatest Hits","duration":276.980312,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Troublesome nigga\nTroublesome 19-motherfucking-96\nWestside\nLet it be known nigga\nthe boss of all bosses\nMakaveli\nhahaha\n\nMenacing Methods, Label me a lethal weapon\nMaking niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfection\nCan you picture my specific plan?\nTo be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\nScams are plotted over grams and rocks\nUndercover agents die by the random shots\nWe all die in the end, so revenge we swore\nI was all about my ends fuck friends and foes\nMe, a born leader, never leave the block without my heata\nGot me a dog and named her Mobb bitch nigga eata\nWhat could they do to me that little brat\nShit them niggas shot me and still terrified i get they ass\nHow can I show you how I feel inside\nWe outlawz, motherfuckas can't kill my pride\nNiggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone\nCause they fear me in the psychical form\nLet it be known I'm troublesome\n\nTroublesome nigga\nOutlawz\nWe put it down to the fullest\nSpitting rhymes and bullets\nHaha...\nTroublesome\nYa'll know what time it is\nCall the punk police, they can't stop us\nNiggas run the streets Haha.\nTroublesome\nYeah\n\nGutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\nA guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\nDeath before dishonor, bet i bomb on them first\nNiggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse\nWestside was the war cry bustin' all freely\nScreaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli\nPistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to the care of my heartless strap\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on your ass like an avalanche\nA soul survivor, learned to get high and pull driveby's\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please\nBusta ass motherfuckas tried to flee\nPicture me lettin this chump survive\nRan up on his ass when I dump he died\nCause I'm troublesome\n\nYoung, strapped, and I don't give a fuck\nI'm hopelesssss\nI live a thuglife, losing my focus baby\nI'm troublesome\nhaha...\nBadboy Killa\nThere is no one realler\nWhat you saw was the rough, rugged and raw\nOutlaw OUTLAW\n\nMurder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme\nThe crime rate ain't declined\nNiggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind\nLike twenty-five to life never crossed their mind\nTell me young nigga never learned a thang\nDead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang\nSniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry\nTry to warn the little nigga either stop or die\nMercy is for the weak when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams\nVivid' pictures of my enemies in family times\nGod to forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die\nNeed to take me in heaven and understand I was a G\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life\nAin't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life\nI'm troublesome\n\nIn your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me\nI'm troublesome I don't give a fuck\nim troublesome\nlike my nigga Napolean said nigga\nsomebody gotta explain why I aint got shit\nim troublesome\nyou know what time it is\nthe Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\nMakaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses\nMussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi,\nKastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani\nWe aint fucking around\nWe troublesome\nhey yo\nWe troublesome\nyo Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\nHe going for the hoes and the cash\nfuck you niggas\nOUTLAWZ\nKhadafi tripple tight never sloppy\nthem other motherfuckers try to copy\nbut they cant mock u nigga u 2 strong\noutlaw keep it going up\nyou know wassup\noutlaws outlaws\noutlaws outlaws\nthis is dedicated to the real niggas\nall the real troublesome soldiers on the 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inside\n[00:42.91] We outlawz, motherfuckas can't kill my pride\n[00:45.46] Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone\n[00:48.25] Cause they fear me in the psychical form\n[00:50.16] Let it be known I'm troublesome\n[00:51.62] Troublesome nigga\n[00:53.45] Outlawz\n[00:54.63] We put it down to the fullest\n[00:56.52] Spitting rhymes and bullets\n[00:58.74] Haha...\n[01:00.10] Troublesome\n[01:01.60] Ya'll know what time it is\n[01:03.71] Call the punk police, they can't stop us\n[01:07.72] Niggas run the streets Haha.\n[01:09.74] Troublesome\n[01:10.89] Yeah\n[01:11.48] Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\n[01:12.57] A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\n[01:15.25] Death before dishonor, bet i bomb on them first\n[01:17.71] Niggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse\n[01:20.13] Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely\n[01:22.64] Screaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli\n[01:25.06] Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\n[01:27.89] Release 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Somebody gotta explain why I aint got shit\n[03:07.31] Im troublesome\n[03:09.67] You know what time it is\n[03:11.72] The Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\n[03:13.72] Makaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses\n[03:16.74] Mussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi,\n[03:22.76] Kastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani\n[03:27.77] We aint fucking around\n[03:30.99] We troublesome\n[03:34.78] Hey yo\n[03:36.32] We troublesome\n[03:39.22] Yo Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\n[03:52.78] He going for the hoes and the cash\n[03:55.18] Fuck you niggas\n[03:56.90] OUTLAWZ\n[03:58.30] Khadafi tripple tight never sloppy\n[04:02.96] Them other motherfuckers try to copy\n[04:05.23] But they cant mock u nigga u 2 strong\n[04:07.46] Outlaw keep it going up\n[04:10.42] You know wassup\n[04:12.45] Outlaws outlaws\n[04:14.75] Outlaws outlaws\n[04:27.08] This is dedicated to the real niggas\n[04:29.87] All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets\n[04:33.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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aint got shit\n  im troublesome\n  you know what time it is\n  the Outlaw click, young rugged and sick\n  Makaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses\n  Mussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi,\n  Kastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani\n  We aint fucking around\n  We troublesome\n  hey yo\n  We troublesome\n  yo Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash\n  He going for the hoes and the cash\n  fuck you niggas\n  OUTLAWZ\n  Khadafi tripple tight never sloppy\n  them other motherfuckers try to copy\n  but they cant mock u nigga u 2 strong\n  outlaw keep it going up\n  you know wassup\n  outlaws outlaws\n  outlaws outlaws\n  this is dedicated to the real niggas\n  all the real troublesome soldiers on the streets\n"},{"id":12639213,"name":"5 - 2Pac - Troublesome","trackName":"5 - 2Pac - Troublesome","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Live","duration":184.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ayy yo!\nI got some new shit for y'all tonight\nOh, yes\nSee, (new shit) it's the nigga named Nas\nAnd he kick it with these niggas named Mobb Deep\nAnd they kick it with some niggas named Bad Boy\n\nI sent this out to Nas...\nAnd anybody else down with that clique\nWe still Bad Boy killas'\nY'all don't feel us (bitch)\n\nDa-da, da-da, da-da-da-ah, what\nMenacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon\nMakin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\nCan you picture my specific plan?\nTo be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n\nThese scams are plotted over grams and rocks\nUndercover agent die by the random shots\nWe all die in the end, so revenge we swore\nI was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\nMe, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\nGot me a dog and named her \"my bitch nigga eater\"\n\nWhat could they do to me, you lil' brat? (shit)\nThem niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass (ha-ha)\nHow can I show you how I feel inside?\nWe Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\nNiggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n'Cause they fear me in the physical form\nLet it be known I'm troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nNa, na-na na, nahhh\nNa, na, na, na\nAll you niggas die (troublesome)\n\nOh, Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\nMy niggas die, we guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\nDeath before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first\nNiggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n\nWestside was the war cry, bustin' off freely\nWhen the, \"Fuck all y'all niggas!\" in Swahili\nPistol packin', fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\nRelease me to the care of my heartless strap\n\nSay my name three times like Candyman\nBet I roll on yo' ass, like an avalanche\nA sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\nMurder my foes, can't control my nine\n\nHearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', \"Please\"\nBusta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\nPicture me lettin' this chump survive\nRan up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n'Cause I'm troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na\nNa, na-na na, nahhh\nNa, na, na, na (woah)\nAll you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n\"Murder, murder, my mind state,\" shit ain't changed\nSince my last rhyme, the crime rate ain't decline\nNiggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\nLike 25 to life never crossed they mind\n\nTell me young nigga never learned a thang\nDead at 13 'cause he yearned to bang\nSent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?\nNeed to stop the gang bangin', \"Either stop or die.\"\n\nMercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream\nAfraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\nVivid pictures of my enemies, family times\nLord, forgive me 'cause it's wrong, but I plan to die\n\nNow either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep\nDid the best I could, raised in insanity\nOr send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life\nAin't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\nNigga, we're troublesome\n\nNa, na, na, na, na, na (one love to my nigga Suge)\nNa, na-na na, nahhh (what's up nigga?)\nNa, na, na, na (sweaty ass)\nAll you niggas die\nYou know\nYeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 5 - 2Pac - Troublesome\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Live\n  duration_ms: 184000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Ayy yo!\n  I got some new shit for y'all tonight\n  Oh, yes\n  See, (new shit) it's the nigga named Nas\n  And he kick it with these niggas named Mobb Deep\n  And they kick it with some niggas named Bad Boy\n\n  I sent this out to Nas...\n  And anybody else down with that clique\n  We still Bad Boy killas'\n  Y'all don't feel us (bitch)\n\n  Da-da, da-da, da-da-da-ah, what\n  Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon\n  Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections\n  Can you picture my specific plan?\n  To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned\n\n  These scams are plotted over grams and rocks\n  Undercover agent die by the random shots\n  We all die in the end, so revenge we swore\n  I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes\n  Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater\n  Got me a dog and named her \"my bitch nigga eater\"\n\n  What could they do to me, you lil' brat? (shit)\n  Them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass (ha-ha)\n  How can I show you how I feel inside?\n  We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride\n  Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone\n  'Cause they fear me in the physical form\n  Let it be known I'm troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh\n  Na, na, na, na\n  All you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n  Oh, Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto\n  My niggas die, we guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels\n  Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first\n  Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse\n\n  Westside was the war cry, bustin' off freely\n  When the, \"Fuck all y'all niggas!\" in Swahili\n  Pistol packin', fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back\n  Release me to the care of my heartless strap\n\n  Say my name three times like Candyman\n  Bet I roll on yo' ass, like an avalanche\n  A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys\n  Murder my foes, can't control my nine\n\n  Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', \"Please\"\n  Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee\n  Picture me lettin' this chump survive\n  Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died\n  'Cause I'm troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh\n  Na, na, na, na (woah)\n  All you niggas die (troublesome)\n\n  \"Murder, murder, my mind state,\" shit ain't changed\n  Since my last rhyme, the crime rate ain't decline\n  Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind\n  Like 25 to life never crossed they mind\n\n  Tell me young nigga never learned a thang\n  Dead at 13 'cause he yearned to bang\n  Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?\n  Need to stop the gang bangin', \"Either stop or die.\"\n\n  Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream\n  Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams\n  Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times\n  Lord, forgive me 'cause it's wrong, but I plan to die\n\n  Now either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep\n  Did the best I could, raised in insanity\n  Or send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life\n  Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life\n  Nigga, we're troublesome\n\n  Na, na, na, na, na, na (one love to my nigga Suge)\n  Na, na-na na, nahhh (what's up nigga?)\n  Na, na, na, na (sweaty ass)\n  All you niggas die\n  You know\n  Yeah\n"}]