[Intro: Leah Kunkel Sample]
City streets, that's where I learned
Play with fire, you get burned
When the heat was on, I turned
Turned to trouble... trouble
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, C3, yeah
New Orleans baby
A street called Eagle
And everybody's ill
Yeah, illegal
People steal cars
We steal people
We eat like dogs
But we still people
And even when ya lost
Trouble still see you
And even if ya dead broke
We are still equal
One time for the lil people
Eat ya meal, don't let ya meal eat you
(I run with trouble... trouble)
Street Runner we crazy with this one
I... run... with... trouble
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
And just the other day my n***a Chris k**ed his self
I pray to God that I never feel the way he felt
Where do we go when there's no help?
He figured heaven, so he went left
Y'all know that ain't right
Plus he was high as a plane on that same night
sh** I probably been on that same flight
sh** I probably had that same fight
I just kept swinging
Twelve rounds coming, bells ringing
(I run with trouble...)
Introduced to the game when I was just a child
Mama loved a drug dealer, straight quit her job
They took his life
And along with him I died
And she died
We died
Then came my daughter to my bedside
Told me "Daddy, don't cry, I'm alive"
I look her in the eyes
And see me with no sins
But this is how the note ends
[Bridge: Lil Wayne & (Leah Kunkel Sample)]
Ya know
Just kick it back
(Still I look for brighter times)
I can't call it
(I run with trouble...)
Ya know, heheh
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
The tooly poke out the jeans
The coke smell just like a bunch of coffee beans
Ya na mean?
And everything ain't what it seem
Ya na mean?
And don't play that game without your team
k** for my bread, k** for my cheese, k** for my cream
I will have that red beam on high beam
Now I hear sirens
Wait I think I see one behind me
I ain't trippin baby, money got me
(I run with trouble...)
And f** the police, f** the feds too
I ain't jumpin in that jumpsuit
A one-two, I'm on my one-two
Check me out
I f** around and check you
Respect due
Pay yours n***a
Mine's under the seat
By my feet
Where yours n***a?
Too much hoarse liquor huh
Too much pressure, too much force
Too much money
You never heard that before
sh**
And we stop the snitches at the door
Cut that tail off the rat
He won't rat no more
(I run with trouble...)
That's right
Get trapped f**in with my cheese
Keep shooting 'til I burn my sleeves
n***a, please
These boys is G's
Represent New Orleans like a fleur-de-lis
sh**
What you know about it
We more than thieves
Steal from the rich
So the poor can eat
n***as act up
My n***as act accordingly
Hey soldier, don't war with me
You don't want it