Emilio Rojas - Trouble lyrics

[Verse 1: Emilio Rojas] Yeah, I be where the papis be, caking off of poppy seed 167th, baby, I got the whole block with me I'm where the poverty created an economy And everybody selling souls, now the Devil on a shopping spree All my people going in and out of jail I'm the lucky one, I ain't never had no d** to sell I just want the type of paper that you count it with a scale So if they get indicted, I could be there with the bail Everybody think they real but ain't nobody realistic All my people doing numbers, trying not to be statistics Yeah, ‘cause we don't wanna see no prisons But we out there on the strip ‘cause we don't wanna lease no Civics, no Nah, they don't wanna see Latins with investments Nah, but I been living like a legend though Yeah, you be the one with all the answers I'mma be the one they never get to question though [Hook] It could go down, ain't nothing but trouble around here Ain't nothing but trouble around here, it could go down Ain't nothing but trouble around here Ain't nothing but trouble around here It could go down, the city so cold I could see my breath The city so cold I could see my breath The city so cold I could see my breath The city so cold I could see my breath [Verse 2: N.O.R.E] Yo, the new Hector Lavoe, you should respect me Them k**ers all around me gonna protect me And the condo is two floors, sports car, fly sh**, two doors All I need is two slores and I'mma use they two jaws Catch me out in the Bronx where the choppers at Harlem Sunday, wear the proper hat Queens where they sell it and they use it and they choppin' that And n***as getting murdered, that's on top of that Yeah, I f** her on her tip toes, West Coast Guns out in France, yeah that's French Toast Been ghost, yeah, told them n***as been there and done that ‘Cause I think they can run that ‘cause all that bread come back New York left rack, quarterback, running back Tell them bring the quarter back, I just keep the number flat My posse still on Broadway, in East Wick, we do it by raw way We do this sh** all day, get them n***as' head in they hall way [Hook] It could go down, ain't nothing but trouble around here Ain't nothing but trouble around here, it could go down Ain't nothing but trouble around here Ain't nothing but trouble around here It could go down, the city so cold I could see my breath The city so cold I could see my breath The city so cold I could see my breath The city so cold I could see my breath