[Skit/Intro]
(Fake Dr. Dre)
Hey what's up man?
(Aspiring rapper)
Ay yo Dre, I got some heat for you man.
I want you to check out this tape dogg.
Ya know what I'm sayin?
I wanna be put on Aftermath, how can I be down man?
(Fake Dr. Dre)
Well you know how we get down over here
(Aspiring rapper)
Nah man, how y'all get down?
(Fake Dr. Dre)
Well, you know, you gotta un-ass some of that shoot
(Aspiring rapper)
What?
(Fake Dr. Dre)
Well, if you wanna fuck with Aftermath
(Aspiring rapper)
Ay man what the fuck you doing? *belt*
(Fake Dr. Dre)
Yo Mel Man, go get me the K-Y dogg
(Aspiring rapper)
Yeah man, but, that's how all y'all get down over there man?
*dropping pants*
(Fake Dr. Dre)
Yeah man go get the extasy pills man,
this one gonna be a wild one tonight
I wanna take this niggaz manhood and his music
(Fake Dr. Dre & Aspiring rapper)
Ugh, yeah, Ugh, yeah, Mel Man this shit good,
ohh, oh, you gettin some or what?

[Verse 1 - 2 Pac]
I give a fuck about this nigga named Alize
Leave the bitch ass dead in the alleyway, forever today
I'm lettin him know, these Death Row niggaz ain't gonna never play
Can you believe this nigga
screamin that he got that shit we call the chronic?
If he smoke the shit, he'll probably vomit
This bitch ain't never had bionic
Mother fucker who you taught to smoke in trees
Nigga bow down on your fuckin knees
In this life I lead
We kill for greed
Understand we ride for currency
I have to kill bitches like Eminem
Leave him dead just like the rest of them, still testin them
At the Source Awards, his bodyguards wasn't protectin him
Now you actin like and a nigga you and Snoop are tight
You wasn't there when he was fightin for his life
That shit ain't right
It was me, best believe
When I see your ass I'm takin flight
Now a nigga turned back to the old you
That bitch from the World Class Wreckin Cru
With your lipstick on and a dick in your ass (haha!)
Ha, Ha, yeah nigga you remember you (woooh!)

[Chorus - Twist] 2X
So what do you say to somebody you hate?
Leave your body full of holes, left in chalk and tape
Mother fuck Snoop and N.W.A.
Death Row could give a fuck about Dre

[Verse 2 - Swoop G]
If you bitch niggaz fuck with us
We got my niggaz in the cut
Ready to fuck you up
I got a pretty bad bitch that'll set you up
Take you to a penthouse and let you fuck
Then cut your nuts
Dr. Dre been soft from the very start
Like when Eazy fucked his ass, he ain't had no heart
He and Pac came out and he pulled apart
Had everybody knewin that your ass was marked
Fuck Nate Dogg, Eminem, and Snoop
And all them bitch motherfuckers that ride with you
I know they sided with you, they gonna hide with you
Yeah, nigga, motherfuckers gonna die with you
Be prepared to shoot
Let the guns bust nigga at Tha Realest and Swoop
Key to rockin Lil Style in tha Lexus Coupe
Everything you write, nigga, is bullet-proof
You know how Death Row do

[Chorus - Twist] 2X
So what do you say to somebody you hate?
Leave your body full of holes, left in chalk and tape
Mother fuck Snoop and N.W.A.
Death Row could give a fuck about Dre

[Verse 3 - Lil C Style]
Y'all know you're just some mark ass
Hooked down, bitch ass niggaz who ain't gonna blast
When I see y'all niggaz aloud
Can't none of y'all niggaz move my ass
I'm Lil C Style in the Lexus Coupe
High off weed and lots of loot
Ain't no tellin what I'm gonna do
When I catch that scary ass nigga Snoop
Might blast you, harass your boo
Cause a nigga gettin way more cash than you
Throwin up 1-9 while I'm passin you
Got all these mother fuckers askin you
Why Swoop and Lil Style keep smashin you?
Got all these new niggaz dissin you
Cause you a bitch-ass, punk-ass
Scary ass nigga who ain't gonna blast
I just might roll up and puff your ass
Then smoke weed with your cousin Daz
Tell him my nigga just blas

Troublesome nigga
Troublesome 19-motherfucking-96
Westside
Let it be known nigga
the boss of all bosses
Makaveli
hahaha

Menacing Methods, Label me a lethal weapon
Making niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfection
Can you picture my specific plan?
To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Undercover agents 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 heata
Got me a dog and named her Mobb bitch nigga eata
What could they do to me that little brat
Shit them niggas shot me and still terrified i get they ass
How can I show you how I feel inside
We outlawz, motherfuckas can't kill my pride
Niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone
Cause they fear me in the psychical form
Let it be known I'm troublesome

Troublesome nigga
Outlawz
We put it down to the fullest
Spitting rhymes and bullets
Haha...
Troublesome
Ya'll know what time it is
Call the punk police, they can't stop us
Niggas run the streets Haha..
Troublesome
Yeah

Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels
Death before dishonor, bet i bomb on them first
Niggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse
Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely
Screaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli
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 your ass like an avalanche
A soul survivor, learned to get high and pull driveby's
Murder my foes, can't control my nine
Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please
Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee
Picture me lettin this chump survive
Ran up on his ass when I dump he died
Cause I'm troublesome

Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck
I'm hopelesssss
I live a thuglife, losing my focus baby
I'm troublesome
haha...
Badboy Killa
There is no one realler
What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw
Outlaw OUTLAW

Murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme
The crime rate ain't declined
Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind
Like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang
Dead at thirteen cause he yearn to bang
Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry
Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die
Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream
Afraid to sleep im havin' crazy dreams
Vivid' pictures of my enemies in family times
God to forgive me cause I'm strong but I plan to die
Need to 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 nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life
I'm troublesome

In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me
I'm troublesome I don't give a fuck
im troublesome
like my nigga Napolean said nigga
somebody gotta explain why I aint got shit
im troublesome
you know what time it is
the Outlaw click, young rugged and sick
Makaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses
Mussolini, Idi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi,
Kastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani
We aint fucking around
We troublesome
hey yo
We troublesome
yo Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash
He going for the hoes and the cash
fuck you niggas
OUTLAWZ
Khadafi tripple tight never sloppy
them other motherfuckers try to copy
but they cant mock u nigga u 2 strong
outlaw keep it going up
you know wassup
outlaws outlaws
outlaws outlaws
this is dedicated to the real niggas
all the real troublesome soldiers on the streets

[Intro: Tupac Talking]
I wanted to bring back that reality,
nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson
and I'm the heavyweight champion,
I'm a little nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me battle lions,
cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size

Watch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab nigga...ugh...
here it come, look out, watch
my arms...

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a peice
Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just cant believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee
I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body
My middle finger to you hoe niggas
Run up on me, and i'll be forced to let it go nigga
I aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high
I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die
Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine
Cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
Another hustler makin' major cash
'til the punk police come an raid ya ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch
Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6
And we know that you can't hang, you a trick
Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh

[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky
But the nigga just a little bigger, he tryin fuck me
Out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know
I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go
Don't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up
Left to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha)
I'm known to walk the streets on any block
I love my niggas, but I aint puttin down my glock
The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga
Imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha)
Lay it down just to prove it
And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this

[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!

[Verse 3: Outlawz (EDI & Young Noble)]
They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants
This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh)
Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game
Molotov cocktails, release an up in flames
Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back
Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back
Wanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though
One more nigga came up short in the ghetto
Society lied to me so i'm strapped with the metal
Push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel
Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em'
I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em'
I done made so many mistakes but still I dont regret em'
I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend
I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons
We all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven

[Chorus (x1): 2Pac]
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!

[Outro: Edi Talking]
To all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there
'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut
'Til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!..
Thug Life we still livin it
Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go!