Letra Trouble Lil' Wayne

Trouble

Yea
Yea
C Three
Yea

New Orleans Baby
A Street Called Eagle
And Everybody's Ill
Yea Illegal
People Steal Cars
We Steal People
We Eat Like Dogs
But We Still People
And Even When Ya Lost
Trouble Still See You
And Even If Ya Dead Broke
We Are Still Equal
One Time Fa The Lil People
Eat Ya Meal Dont Let Ya Meal Eat You

(I Run Wit Trouble... Trouble)
Street Runner We Crazy Wit Dis One
I Run... Wit... Trouble

And Just The Otha Day
My Nigga Chris Killed His Self
I Pray To God That I Never
Feel Tha Way He Felt
Where Do We Go When Theres No Help
He Figured Heaven So He Went Left
Ya'll Know That Aint Right
Plus He Was High As A Plane That Same Night
Shit I Probably Been On That Same Flight
Shit I Probably Had That Same Fight
I Just Kept Swingin
Twelve Rounds Comin Bells Ringin
(I Run Wit Trouble... Trouble)
Introduced To Tha Game When I Was Just A Child
Mamma Love A Drug Dealer Straight Wit Her Job
They Took His Life
And Along Wit Him I Died
And She Died
We Died
Then Came My Daughter To My Bed Side
Told Me Daddy Dont Cry
Im Alive
I Look Her In Tha Eyes
And See Me Wit No Sins
But Dis Is How Tha Note Ends

Ya Know
Lets Kick It Back
I Cant Call It
(I Run Wit Trouble... Trouble)
Ya Know
Hehe
Yea
Yea

Tha Tool, It Poke Out Tha Jeans
Tha Coke Smeel Just Like A Bunch Of Coffee Beans
Ya Nah Mean
And Everything Aint What It Seem
Ya Nah Mean
And Dont Play That Game Wit Out Your Team
Kill For My Bread
Kill For My G's
Kill For My Cream
I Will Have That Red Beam On Hot Beam
Now I Hear Sirens
Wait I Think I See One Behind Me
I Aint Trippin Baby
Money Got Me
Unh!
(I Run Wit Trouble... Trouble)
And Fuck Tha Police
Fuck Tha Feds Too
I Aint Jumpin In That Jump Suit
A One
Im On My One, Two
Check Me Out
I Fuck Around And Check You
Respect Due
Pay Yours Nigga
Mines Under Tha Seat By My Feet
Wgere Yours Nigga
Too Much Hoarse Liquor
Huh!
Too Much Pressure
Too Much Force
Too Much Money
Never Heard That Before
Shit!
And We Stop Tha Snicthes At Tha Door
Cut That Tail Off Tha Rat
He Wont Rat No More
(I Run Wit Trouble... Trouble)
Shit!
That's Right
Get Trapped Fuckin Wit My G's
Keep Shootin Till I Burn My Sleeves
Nigga
Please
These Boys Is G's
Represent New Orleans
Like A Florida Leaf
Shit!
What You Know About It
We More Than Theives
We Steal From Tha Rich
So Tha Poor Can Eat
Yea!
Niggas Act Up
My Niggas Act Accordingly
Hey Solider
Dont War Wit Me
Jump On It!