Lyrics:
Look at this little n**** man...
Hey T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shorty what's happenin'?
Hey man can you give me a ride home man?
Man it's
want no
(Trouble) trouble, yeah
You don't want no problem
And no man shall ever back me down
You say you want some when you really know you don't want no
Old navy new blues
This is what I'm used to
You see that man I told you I told you
You see that man I told you I told you
Uh
Workin' in the back
He's gettin dissed by society
When all he's doin is tryin to make ends meet
So when you see the trouble man don't frown
Cause what goes around comes
Chris Brown)
And thick as can be (yeah, yeah)
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio
This is your boy DJ Pain (oh yeah, yeah)
I gotta get outta here,
color is black
I'm still the man
Anti-matter reactor
Put any supervillain to shame
Just by the sound of my name
Undisputed world title I claim
Whatever's
Yo Gold rizzla with expensive weed
Connor Washington from outside the D
I got haters that stay onto me
Hella gold when I show my teeth
My seats low
So over you is the greatest enemy a
Man can have and that is
Fear i know some of you are
Afraid to listen to the truth
You have been raised on fear
about where the sheep goin'
All I know is war, I don't stop
I keep goin'
Our shooters past at his funeral
(Man, what he do?) shit
I just made a vow
switches to flip
Like Edward Scissorhands with mad salivia glands
MC Chris spits like a kid when he is really is a man
And he really is a fan
to run across the street to my cuzn house Anne Mae
Trying to see if Cordney was coming out anytime today
Chris stayed in trouble we all hoping he find his
Yeah, is the tune on? oh, it's on basically
I got Streets in the booth with me
Dedication trois
Now let me talk my shit
Fresh up out the water like
some trouble with your mouth you'd better shut it up|Think twice before you act and try to tackle the funky stuff|I take you suckers out like meat
that Frank's channeling
The Ku Klux Klan see me and my managers
But thank me when they ask where the Five Panels is (fuck)
Man, I suck now, I ain't
Top Boy is what they call me in the city
Heard you wanna talk bro , I'm giving you a minute
Implementing practicals, I don't do no theory
I go all
is, thats no question
Aye, that silent man that paid attention gone get that win
Huh, astraphobia is for real you gone feel THAT wind
And I'm dependent
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
Trouble, trouble
On the double, double
These times are gettin' harder and I'm far down in the rubble of the
Trouble, trouble
On the double, double
(ayy, peanut butter)
They seein' me, but I don't see them suckers (see them suckers)
I ain't gon' lie, man my shit tight (tight)
Hoes jockin', got 'em
ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhymes and get the hell away
Yo man you think they see your point?
Look at this little nigga man...
Hey T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shorty what's happenin'?
Hey man can you give me a ride home man?
Man it's
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I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
Boy meets girl, Chris met Chris
Boy I need a journal 'cause she's pen man ship
Heart of gold, she's remarkable (I only have eyes for you)
Heart
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