2Pac — Troublesome Live 1996

[Spoken Word Intro] We still Bad Boy killas Y'all gon' feel this [Verse 1] Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections Can you picture my specific plan? To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned These scams are plotted over grams and rocks Outlawz motherfuckers die by the random shots We all die in the end, so revenge I swore I was all about my ends; fuck friends and foes! Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater Got me a dog and named her "my bitch nigga eater" What could they do to me, you lil' brat? Shit, them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass How can I show you how I feel inside? We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone ‘Cause they fear me in the physical form Let it be known I'm troublesome [Chorus] La la la la, la, la La, la-la la, lahhh La, la, lahhh All you niggas die [Verse 2] Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto We guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse Westside was the war cry, bustin' off freely Screamin', "Fuck all y'all niggas!" in Swahili 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 yo' ass, like an avalanche A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys Murder my foes, can't control my nine Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', "please" Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee Picture me lettin' this chump survive Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died ‘Cause I'm troublesome [Chorus] La la la la, la, la La, la-la la, lahhh La, la, lahhh All you niggas die [Verse 3] "Murder, murder, my mind state," shit ain't changed Since my last rhyme; the crime rate ain't decline Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind Like 25 to life never crossed they mind Tell me young nigga (never learned a thang) Dead at thirteen ‘cause he yearned to bang Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry? Tried to warn the little nigga, "Either stop or die." Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream Afraid to sleep, I'm havin' crazy dreams Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times God forgive me ‘cause it's wrong, but I plan to die Either take me in Heaven and understand I was a G Did the best I could, raised in insanity Or send me to Hell, ‘cause I ain't beggin' for my life Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life I'm troublesome [Chorus] La la la la, la, la La, la-la la, lahhh La, la, lahhh All you niggas die [2Pac over Chorus] One love to my nigga Suge What's good, my nigga? Sweaty ass You know Yuh!