The Introduction I’m just a hood nigga, I ain’t never had shit Just a bad attitude and a bad bitch Duffle back full of 2’s and I have bricks 30, 40, 50 grand in the mattress Living on the edge, just a happy dawg I’m fucked up in the head, I don’t have it all Ball like a dog, push it to the limit But I’m fiendin, tryina get some bad pussy nigga fiendin My priorities is follow, got first in the fam Then I hustled in the money, fail ain’t in the plan Satan on my hill, he don’t want me to advance I tell him go to hell, sucka catch me if you can Shit, I am who I am, fresh up out of apologies Sometimes I ain’t get in trouble, trouble got me Guess it follows me but I stays on my hustle man Still the motherfuckin man, you can call me Trouble Man! Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man Drugs, ain’t bout the row, ho you know how I roll Just left the crossroads, but soul unsold, Frigerated console, the curtains on my car door Raw ho, caviar, sushi and it’s cargo Everywhere I go fresh to death and clean as a bar of soap Getting blowed like trumpets in the wind in Chicago God knows I’m hot as El Diablo Fish Rocky in the Colorado algrove Also my flows, I’m taking back although My art’s all Leonardo Da Vinci, Picasso The rain go come down on your head like carpo I guess these other rappers that’s cool as far as all goes Sorry Charlie party’s over, shorty shop closed Came home, bank roll on King Kong Got these suckas in my scope with the beam on Prayin for my downfall, you can dream on Make I’m back in the Maybach and get my lean on Trouble ain’t changed me, role model ain’t me Don’t be angry now if I’m on the same street nigga U turn, haven’t you learn I’m Trouble Man Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man Wait on my show, just chose to squat what it feel nigga Say I kick it the same when Pac did it Tell all them sucka niggas what the bizz is Offset a decade, do a thing like he did here Shit, another year, another gig done No chump chain, big thank millions Yo, my money old but I’m still young Then nigga look at most the drama, I’mma get some No more beef, people say goodbye to red meat But cross a nigga path and you dead meat Remain on my gang time, after time ’97 call the bass head, 99 dime ’98 have provisions on 2-85 flyin Skip where your micadilla, now they read that sign Cut to the present and the rap game mine Some things never change, it remains I’m Trouble Man Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man