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go!! - trouble lyrics

[intro: armstrong]
yeah
duct tape mob sh*t, n*gga
y’all f*ck n*ggas feel the pressure we applying, n*gga
don’t get it twisted, n*gga
trouble home, n*gga
431 days free to be exact, n*gga
you know what i mean?
i picked lil bro up in an armored truck
he told me the first day
the first [?] n*gga holding ahe door [?] he say
big bro, i’m ’bout to go hard on these n*ggas, man
i ain’t taking these motherf*cking boots off, n*gga
til we go get that boat
with a.j. name on the side
he say he got me, n*gga
and i feel the motherf*cking pain, n*gga
y’all f*ck n*ggas see what it is, n*gga
y’all see we strong out in these streets
a n*gga ain’t playing, n*gga
we 187 in [?] shootouts, n*gga
we’ll beat a n*gga ass
taking these n*ggas’ hoes
y’all f*ck n*ggas know what it is, n*gga
mob sh*t
[verse 1: trouble]
uh huh
think it’s a game if you want to, recognise
n*ggas keep guns on they side, but i know that they won’t shoot
i kept my prison boots on for a reason
i’ma stay in combat mode
you can call me rambo, ammo
unlimited [?]
and n*ggas keep turning they backs, and they don’t see this sh*t
[?]
[?] in the street, but always talking ’bout they thugging [?]
i grab the cannon and i really get to busting, b*tch
[?] how i roll when i [?] sh*t
who gon’ be next?
[?] don’t wanna make the list
i get [?] on you p*ssys just for overlooking
and faking it, when a n*gga knowing they [?] sh*t
i’m from the city you ain’t seen, y’all know what i mean
when n*ggas shoot your whole face off, face off
[?] word, n*gga, i’ma take off
me and dolla on the pill, posted on the hill
[?] bet you gon’ know what it is
when i step up in this game
trouble trouble, remember the name, p*ssy

[interlude: armstrong]
hahahah
see what i’m talking ’bout?
young n*ggas spitting flames, man
ain’t no mercy on you n*ggas, man
[?] n*gga got that sh*t cross his neck, ’cause he mean it, man
real mob sh*t, you know what i mean?
we gon’ put the house on these n*ggas, man
we applying pressure this year, n*gga
2012 beyond, we on this sh*t
time for y’all f*ck n*ggas to go, n*gga
get your passport, n*gga
f*ck out the country, n*gga
we run this sh*t
mob sh*t
f.s.c., n*gga
[verse 2: alley boy]
did you just think it was a game?
well, alley told you p*ssy n*ggas that we want in
i hope not
why not?
’cause i won’t bend
but you will get k!lled, [?]
now that’s word to scoob, smoke [?] like i’m kobi like you know me
[?] my body is taken over by liquor, picture me [?]
[?] body drop
while i’m plotting on the top
with a godfather and mob brothers
f*ck sh*t crew is what i represent too
and i send a middle finger, p*ssy, f*ck you
b*tch play crazy, believe she getting f*cked too
no mercy, na
p*ssy, we want it all
i am ken [?], one call
it’s all it take to get you

[outro: armstrong]
i told y’all n*ggas
you know what i mean?
we gon’ let the tallent speak for itself, my n*gga
at the end of the day, it’s f*ck any n*gga that ain’t with this sh*t, n*gga
we [?] n*gga
it’s us against the world, n*gga
f*ck everything else, n*gga
it’s duct tape or nothing, n*gga
f*ck sh*t crew, n*gga
and you see [?] n*gga
n*gga, we moving our body tempreture, n*gga
this sh*t too hot, we getting that [?], n*gga
cool you off, n*gga
real sh*t

- trouble lyrics

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