Tag: Che Guevara

2Pac – Troublesome ’96 (Long Outro Version) Lyrics

Troublesome nigga
Hahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin’-96
Let it be known nigga
Boss of all bosses, Makaveli

[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
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Undercover agents 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 that little 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 physical form
Let it be known I’m troublesome

La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lah
Bye bye, bye bye
All you niggas die
Troublesome nigga, Outlawz
Put it down to the fullest
Spittin’ rhymes and bullets, haha
We troublesome
Y’all know what time it is
Call the punk police, they can’t stop us
Niggas run the streets, we troublesome
La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lah
Bye bye, bye bye
All you niggas die
Troublesome nigga, Outlawz
Put it down to the fullest
Spittin’ rhymes and bullets, ha ha
We troublesome
Y’all know what time it is
Call the punk police, they can’t stop us
Niggas run the streets, we troublesome

[Verse 2]
Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels
Death before dishonor bet I bomb on the 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 NIGGAZ” 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

Young, strapped, and I don’t give a fuck
I’m hopeless – I live the Thug Life, losin’ my focus BA-BAY
I’m troublesome, haha
Bad Boy killa’, there is no one realer
What you saw was the rough rugged and raw – Outlaw!

[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 twenty-five to life never crossed they mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang
Sniffed 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 sheep
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

In your wildest dreams, you couldn’t picture a nigga like me
Haha, I’m troublesome, I don’t give a fuck
I’m troublesome like my nigga Napoleon said nigga
Somebody gotta explain why I ain’t got shit
Haha, I’m troublesome
You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique
Young rugged and sick
Makaveli the Don, the boss of all bosses
Mussolini, E.D.I. Mean, Hussein Fatal, Kadafi
Kastro, Napoleon, Komani
Haha, we ain’t fuckin’ around, we troublesome
Ayeo, haha, we troublesome, I ain’t goin’, haha
Young Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash
Goin’ for the hoes and the cash
Fuck you niggas, Outlawz
Kadafi, trump tight never sloppy
Them motherfuckas try to copy
But they can’t mock you nigga, you’re too strong
Outlawz keep it goin’ on, you know whassup
Outlawz, Outlawz, haha
Che Guevara on the beats y’all
A.k.a. Jose Johnny J The Cuban Militant
Outlawz, Outlawz
This is dedicated to the real niggas
All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets
I rather die than see the penitentiary
We all fuckin’ Outlawz
You know what time it is
You see any motherfucker with a Outlaw on his neck, give him respect or get chin-checked
All our enemies getting wrecked
From the TEC to the Mini-14, we make you all scream
Death before dishonor, the first to bomb, ring the alarm HA HA
Try to flee but you cannot defeat what’s in your mind
Outlawz every time, we Outlawz
Troublesome nigga, you know
Troublesome ahahaha
All in your mind, every time

Jay-Z – Public Service Announcement

Allow me to re-introduce myself
My name is Hov’, OH, H-to-the-O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov’!
Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire
I be the, music biz number one supplier
Flyer/flier than a piece of paper bearin my name
Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that’s right
Hov’, OH – not D.O.C.
But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"
I check cheddar like a food inspector
My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"
So that’s what I’ma do, take you back to the dude
with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
I shoot at you actors like movie directors [laughing]
This ain’t a movie dog (oh shit)

"Now before I finish, let me just say
I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress you
Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I’m GONE!
And I don’t care WHAT you think about me – but just remember,
when it hits the fan brother, whether it’s next year, ten years,
twenty years from now, you’ll never be able to say
that these brothers lied to you JACK!"

Ving ain’t lie
I done came through the block in everything that’s fly
I’m like, Che Guevara with bling on, I’m complex
I never claimed to have wings on
Nigga I get mine – by any means on whenever there’s a drought
Get your umbrellas out because, that’s when I brainstorm
You can blame Shawn, but I ain’t invent the game
I just rolled the dice, tryin to get some change
And I do it twice, ain’t no sense in me
lyin as if, I am a different man
And I could blame my environment but
there ain’t no reason why I be buyin expensive chains
Hope you don’t think users are the only abusers niggaz
Gettin high within the game
If you do then, how would you explain?
I’m ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins
I got a hustler spirit, nigga period
Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag’ yo, I walk like a ballplayer
No matter where you go, you are what you are player
And you can try to change but that’s just the top layer
Man, you was who you was ‘fore you got here
Only God can judge me, so I’m gone
Either love me, or leave me alone