StreetRunner - Trouble lyrics

[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