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Brotha Lynch Hung And Doomsday Production - "Trouble"
Lyrics to Trouble : [Verse 1] Im hot enough to make your skin bubble Packin a Smith & Wesson Uh oh, trouble, dont say nothin You can tell that Im evil By the arch in my eye bra But I aint got no pitchfork I stick niggaz with this sawed-off Clear your porch Hit the floor, duck behind your couch If I dont hear enough screamin Im burning down your house Apocolypse the barbarian I kill humanitarians Pillage your village Slaughter your children And rape your women [Verse 2] Bustin through that door like dun da dun da Bitches hit the floor on the double Bust off a couple Rounds and let it bubble In your belly Bullets dipped in formaldehyde So when they hit you You embalmed and ready To get carried Buried up in your grave Trust me, Im that deadly Just test me if you brave Eklypse I stay sick Eith Pit, Playboy, and Lynch Kill a bitch nigga quick And run a train on his bitch nigga [Verse 3] I wish these niggaz would try to rough me for the chips I got metal muscle with silent tips And pistol grips give violent trips First Im cool with you Then Im not When you run up on me I pop pistols Gun up on me its all official Im chewin bone grissels Your family gonna miss you Do away done with you You should of had a gun with you I got pistols You know cookin utensils That shit thatll make your skin bubble Fuckin with these plague niggaz You gotsta know you in trouble [Chorus] Trouble [x8] [Verse 4] I keeps it real thats the deal Headbuttin motherfuckers like Evander Holyfield I makes a full course dinner Out of roadkill Pops some pills Smoke some sherms Drunk as fuck Rollin up a blunt When I get through smokin it Im comin to your house nigga Whats for breakfast Kickin in your door At 3:47 in the morning I got my '' yawnin Time to wake up, so I can do your bitch ass wrong Hear comes trouble Hells angel, some niggaz call me spawn [Verse 5] Shit Im off that ''' again Ready to load the pump again Soon as I put somethin in See ima aim it at your chin Blame it on your friend Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man I can make niggaz follow me like the pod piper can Arachnaphobia, Im the sniper man Doom to put em in the pan Heat em and eat em as fast as I can Stretch your neck like elastic like plastic Man Im first, you last to land Tephlon bullets they crash and land Nigga Im double time You in trouble time Im a bubble mine [Verse 6] Im titani and scandalous I do random hits Load up all my extra clips And lets go handle this shit Trouble is what we lookin fo Kick in that fuckin door Put a gag up on that hoe Slit that niggaz throat Light up the door Smoke until we choke I wish you motherfuckers would try to locc And get his neck broke Kick in the door Shotgun up the asshole Brains blown Eyes closed Nothin but trouble [Chorus: repeat to end] [ Trouble Lyrics ]
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