for my friends Someone caught one I could see so myself I had to call 254 So, they wouldn't blame me We wanted to know now How much trouble there was
friends Someone caught one I could see so myself I had to call two five four so they wouldn't blame them We wanted to know now, how much trouble there
slices. It dices. Look at that tomato! You could even cut a tin can with it, But you wouldn't want to! Mr. Popiel, I'm in trouble. Need your assistance
slices, it dices Look at that tomato! You could even cut a tin can with it But you wouldn't want to! Mr. Popeil, I'm in trouble Need your assistance
not afraid of Wolves. But Grandfather got Peter in a headlock and dragged him home, telling him that he was grounded and that he couldn't watch any cartoons
the back of a speeding bus Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-A- Mole 17 hours a day PISCES! Try to avoid any Virgos or Leos
wow [Incomprehensible] throwin? the face was like wow Went to the crib and her mouth dropped like wow Took off her clothes and then there always was trouble
in Acuna And you ain't up to being alone Don't spend all your money On just any honey that's grown Go find the Mexican blackbird And send all your troubles
? And trouble may come and some time You'll get pulled over by one time And when in 1999 rewinds did'n even make any strides Murder all around the whole
before you shoot, murderer........ Where will our children go When there's no place safe where they can go [Bizzy Bone] And trouble may come and sometimes
Niggas be creepin' up slow Heavy packed with they gats And try to pull a hold up but nigga, now hold on Wanna test the Bone? The gauge is shown Any
awake? How many wait? It's too late, it's over now Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable Having a little trouble a day
bloody murder Baby Boi Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me Still to this day, it's a struggle Addicted to trouble, we never
dead butt naked, man, you *** with a boss Cross paths with me, I'm in the hood, all them Watts, in the Bronx Where they cater all around the devil block Trouble
of the rhythm we give em similar to a sawed off pump hittin your chest Rippin your vest listen to that You know when we commin for trouble cuz we got
streets doing the type of shit you read about I copped the Chrome 45 under pressure And then address ya, and now ya froze on the stretcher You wanted trouble
the streets doing the type of shit you read about. I cooped the Chrome 45 under pressure. And then address ya, now ya froze on the streture. You wanted trouble