Makaveli - Troublesome ‘98 (Original) (Full Intro, Outro) (Muthafuckin’ Express)
Channel: 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖’𝕤 𝕍𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕥
Date: 2021-04-24

Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon

Making 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

*******, die by the random shots

We all die in the end so revenge we 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 my physical form

Let it be known I'm troublesome



[Verse II]


Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto

A guerrilla in this criminal war, were all rebels

Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on them first

Niggas knew we came for murder pullin' up in a hearse

“Westside” was the war cry, bustin' off freely

Screaming, "Fuck all ya'll 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-by's 

Murder my foes, can't control my 9

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



[ Verse III ]

“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 having crazy dreams

Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times

God to forgive me 'cause it's wrong, but I plan to die

Either 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 begging for my life

Ain't nothing worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life, I'm troublesome!