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too much trouble – mother fuckin’ thugs & fugitives on the run كلمات اغاني

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(verse 1: drunk d)
woke up early in the morning, breath funky
f_ck the closeup, i’ll grab the f_ckin’ brass monkey
slap my b_tch on the ass so she can feel it
and tell her to put some eggs in the godd_mn sk!llet
call w_lly and earl at the motherf_ckin crack house
all i wanna hear is good sh_t, i’m the boss
if w_lly, earl, tell me that they had bad luck
well they ass better try and get the f_ck up
cause i k!ll every one of them suckas
then recruit me some new mothеrf_ckas
all the sh_t about a motherf_cka trickin’
f_ck wit my money, thеre’ll be a lot of ass kickin’
how can a n_gga like a fiend that’s sick?
knowing that the b_tch suck a glass d_ck
n_gga better try to take care of his business
cause if he dies, there won’t be a f_ckin witness, n_gga
i’m a motherf_ckin thug and i’m slaying
so a n_gga better do sh_t, or get caught in a plan
all this slippin’ up, f_ckin up, losing the dope
his neck bout to meet the f_ckin rope
i got my back against the motherf_ckin wall
lookin at my boys standing six feet tall
the shortest motherf_cka in the pack
but i got the brain to make a twenty feet stack
if any one of them n_ggas even budge
imma put a slug to his mug, it ain’t nothing but the thug
in my motherf_ckin f_cked up system
when a hoe hits the floor, i ain’t gonna miss him
just sweep the n_gga up like trash
then prepare for the next n_gga’s ass

(verse 2: big mello)
i’m a motherf_ckin thug and i be amping on that fry
and i’ll be that type of motherf_cka till i die
but there’s no stopping the jackin while i’m in the progress
now i’m about to buss a b_tch dead in the chest
okay, the white folks be sweatin’ me
cause i’m very deadly, they scared of me
if they wanted water, you can’t even pour it on me
they still in fear when it time to build up my bankroll
the mello still on eighty fo
huh, i catch a b_tch by the neck and try to break it
give me the bank, you dirty b_tch, imma take it
huh, me and the motherf_ckin drunk be envy
hot shot, it’s the ghetto mc and we’ll
ready to blast, as we get away
any punk motherf_cka, that gets in the way
boy, none and bad news will bust that ass, b_tch
a low down tender brother with the pistol grip
now, mello is the n_gga doing damage to the dome
you rather run through h_ll with gasoline drawers on
huh than to f_ck wit the mello, now get out my mud
huh, i’ll forever be a thug

(verse 3: ghetto mc)
the way we k!ll motherf_ckas in the nickel, fool
we don’t drive_by, we ride_by, blasting from a bicycle
laws on my ass for the sh_t i did
i ??? my word for losing the youngest grandkids
but that sh_t won’t happen, i’m too street smart
the cold blood of a thug is pumping through my f_ckin heart
the other day, i robbed the liquor store
this sh_t got out of hand, so i had to cap a hoe
but that ain’t sh_t, ghetto, do what i gotta do
before i left, i had to grab me a brew
reach in the freezer to grab the 4_0
that’s when i spotted a punk peeking through the front door
he tried to run, i shot him in the leg
now like a b_tch on his hands and knees, he begged
“please don’t k!ll me! i’m a innocent bystander!”
“b_tch shut the f_ck up, with that propaganda!”
place a slug in his head, took a swig of my beer
collected my cash, a n_gga’s outta here
headed straight to brewster park, so i can pump some drugs
the average day in the life of a motherf_ckin thug

(verse 4: bar_none)
i got a pocket full of dope tryna make some cash
gonna start about now, so i can sell out fast
i watch my own back, cause i’m always strapped
if a dope fiend try to rob me (bar_none, bust a cap!)
i don’t need a cadillac to show that i’m banking hard
got money in my pocket (f_ck a credit card!)
some punks with them lacs think they so d_mn hype
i can chill and make thousands on a godd_mn bike
not tryna put them down cause their lacs are clean
f_ck four wheels, i roll on two and still make the green
yeah, i’m the kingpin in the world of drugs
and you wanna know why? cause i’m a motherf_ckin thug

(man talking down on too much trouble)
y’all hook ass n_ggas think y’all hard and sh_t. been around sn_tching purses and robbin motherf_ckas. y’all ain’t about sh_t, ain’t never going be sh_t, and ain’t gonna do sh_t. and why the f_ck they call y’all too much trouble anyway?
(gunshots, man groaning)

(drunk d)
yo, ghetto, p_ss on his dead ass

(pants unzip, urinating on the dead body)

(hook: chuck d)
fugitive on the run

(interlude: lil j & tmt)
it’s a new thang (yeah)
tmt is the name (yeah)
yo, bring that sh_t, d from the motherf_ckin nickel

(verse: drunk d)
d_mn straight, i’m from the nickel, yeah i’m cool with the bums
young crazy motherf_cka, attitude real dumb
short second off my ass, i’m getting crazy looks
and don’t regret one f_ckin’ second about the lives i took
i did the sh_t because i love the trigger play
who gives a f_ck? they asses gonna die anyway
so f_ck a aggravated, i’m always mad
i got problems, you can solve them, so kiss my ass
time to get paid, i’m loading up the f_ckin ammo
this is a real motherf_cka, f_ckin off the grand folks
and when i’m about running out of bullets and sh_t
you d_mn right, i got a clip sitting right next to my d_ck, trick
marching down the street like i’m ready for war
i never take care of my business in a godd_mn car
i’m creeping like, yeah, i’m finna rob the hotel
see, life’s a chill, i’m sweating like h_ll
the motherf_ckas spaz, time to finish my task
grab the ass of the gun and broke the godd_mn glass
freeze motherf_cka and don’t ya make a move
don’t say jack sh_t unless i tell yo ass to
open the safe and hurry up and get with it
she looked at me crazy and said, “ain’t no money in it”
that’s bullsh_t! imma ask ya one more time
don’t make me unhappy, yo life’s on the line
open the safe! (but ain’t no money in it!)
_fired shots_
stupid ass b_tch should’ve did it!
broke out quick, knew d_mn well i wasn’t clean
had my nuts to my d_ck plus an uzi machine
but i be d_mned if i ditch my sh_t
i’ll bar none police son of b_tch
if the pigs catch up with me, we can shoot, i don’t care
i’ll be d_mned to get k!lled by an electric chair
guess i never stop k!lling motherf_ckas for fun
so now drunk d is a fugitive on the run

(hook x2)

(interlude: lil j & tmt )
yeah ghetto is his name (mmmhmm)
pimping hoes is his game (mmmhmm)
you know them penitentiary boys just couldn’t hold him

(verse: ghetto mc)
i’m x rated like a p_rno fl!ck
escape from the pen, a black smart convict
who is aggravated, i wonder if i can get even
you think i worship the devil cause i’m scheming like a demon?
coming like a ninja, taking life real swift
murder one is a hobby and i’m f_ckin hip
i escaped from jail, ready to raise some h_ll
i need a bill 50 to get some wholesale
i went to rob a store for some ass quick cash
ducked into my car and threw on the hockey mask
went into the store with my godd_mn weapon
bust a cap in the clerk, cause the b_tch was half steppin’
i took all their money, what is done is done
now the ghetto mc is a fugitive on the run

(hook x2)

(interlude: lil j & tmt)
we all know size ain’t sh_t (yeah!)
but dwarfs spray real quick (yeah!)
the lil white boy? this motherf_cka takes no sh_t

(verse: bar none)
hooked up with tmt and i’m loading my gun
i’m the crazy motherf_cka that they call bar none
standing four foot three, yeah i’m easy to spot
and while you’re cappin’, so is a godd_mn cop
now let me hear yo ass high cap some more
(oh, midget motherf_cka—)
_fired shots_
man, f_ck you hoe!
now you know i’m trigger happy with my gun
bar none’s a f_ckin’ fugitive on the run

(interlude: lil j & tmt)
can i take you a lil further? (h_ll, yeah!)
here’s one bad motherf_cka (ah, sh_t!)
now imma give a lil taste of my n_gga
mr. scarface

(verse: scarface)
i’m back on the motherf_ckin run, being hunted
top ten, lining up in harris county’s most wanted
??? viewing motherf_ckas on a night line
scarface f_cked up sh_t for a lifetime
babies were suffocated, n_ggas getting buried
didn’t matter who i brought it to, cause sh_t didn’t scare me
i had to get mine, didn’t really matter how i got it
packed the motherf_ckin .357 and i shot it
you say k!ll him, i say k!ll him, leaving motherf_ckas broke
like jason, splitting heads like a motherf_ckin cantaloupe
grabbing and stabbing, word them up i have to have it
i’m a motherf_ckin savage and now i’m running like a rabbit
i live my life by the gun
and mr. scarface is a fugitive on the run
ah hahaha, hahahaha!
fool!

(hook x4)

- too much trouble

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