2Pac – Troublesome '96 Lyrics

Troublesome '96

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"Troublesome '96." - 2Pac

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 05:06 pm

Album: Greatest Hits

Track No: 01

Troublesome, ****
Troublesome 19-mothafuckin'-96
(Westside) Let it be known, ****
Boss of all bosses, Makaveli
Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon
Makin' **** die, witnessin' breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan?
To-, to be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned
These scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaw mothafuckers 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 **** Eater
What could they do to me and live to brag?
Shit, them **** that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass
How can I show you how I feel inside?
We Outlawz, mothafuckers can't kill my pride
**** talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone
'Cause they feared me in the physical form, let it be known, I'm troublesome
Troublesome ****, Outlawz
Put it down to the fullest
Spittin' rhymes and bullets (All you **** die)
We troublesome
Y'all know what time it is
Call the punk police, they can't stop us
(All you **** die) **** run the streets, we trouble kids
Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels
Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first
**** knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse
Westside was the war cry, bussin' off freely
Screamin', fuck all y'all ****, 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 mothafuckers 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, baby (All you **** die)
I'm troublesome
Bad Boy killa, there is no one realer
What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw
(All you **** die) Outlawz
Murder, murder, my mind state, shit ain't changed
Since my last rhyme, the crime rate ain't decline
**** bussin' shots like they lost they mind
Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mind
Tell me, young ****, 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 lil' ****, 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 G
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 **** like me
I'm troublesome, I don't give a fuck (All you **** die)
I'm troublesome, like my **** Napoleon said, ****
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Somebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit (All you **** die)
I'm troublesome
You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique
Young, rugged, and sick
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Makaveli da Don, the boss of all bosses (All you **** die)
Mussolini, E.D.I. Amin, Hussein Fatal
Kadafi, Kastro, Napoleon, Po-Nitty (Bye, bye, bye, bye, all you **** die)
We ain't fuckin' around
We troublesome (Bye, bye, bye, bye)
All you **** die
We troublesome
Bye, bye, bye, bye
All you **** die
Young Kastro, the first to blast, the last one to dash
Goin' for the hoes and the cash
(All you **** die) Fuck you ****, Outlawz
Kadafi, trump tight, never sloppy
(Bye, bye, bye, bye) Them motherfuckers try to copy
But they can't mock you, ****, you're too strong (All you **** die)
Outlawz keep it goin' on, you know what's up
(Bye, bye, bye, bye) Outlawz, Outlawz
All you **** die
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Outlawz, Outlawz (All you **** die)
This is dedicated to the real ****
All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets
Bye, bye, bye, bye
All you **** die

Writer(s): Johnny Jackson & 2Pac.

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