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making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfection can you picture my specific plan to be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned scams are plotted over grams and rocks undercover agents die by the random shots we all die in the end, so revenage we swore I was all about my ends fuck friends and foes me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata got me a dog and named her my bitch nigga eata what could they do to me that little brat shit them niggas shot me and still terrified i beat they ass how can I show you how I feel inside we outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone cause they fear me in the psychical form let it be known I'm troublesome (chorus) tra la la la la la la la la la la, la la la la all you niggas die(several times) gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto A gorilla in this criminal war, we all rebels Death before dishonor bet i bomb on them first niggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back release me to the care of my heartless strap say my name three times like Candyman bet I roll on your ass like an avalance a soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys murder my folks, can't control my nine hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee picture me lettin this chump survive ran up on his ass when I dump you die cause I'm troublesome (chorus)(young strapped and i dont give a fuck. i m hopeless. i live a thug life losin my focus baby. i m troublesome. bad boy killer, there is no one realer. what you saw was the rough, rugged, and all. outlawz) murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme the crime rate ain't declined niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind tell me young nigga never learned a thang dead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang sipped a lot of flowers, but how can I cry try to warn the little nigga either stop or die mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream afraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams vivid' pictures of my enemies in family times God to forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die need to take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep did the best I could, raised in insanity or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life I'm troublesome (chorus)(repeat until end of song)  More 2 Pac Song Lyrics
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