The Game - Troublesome lyrics

[The Game] I'm too gangsta for the streets, watch me when I creep I put five in your Jeep, leave a n***a sleep Now you six feet deep over bullsh** Got a mac-10 mouth, ain't never pull sh** The ghetto don't make G's, it mold n***az, get down or lay down like Beanie Mac told n***az or meet the fo'-fo' n***a I let them guns blow, n***a I'm a rider Thug Life 'til I die, Black Wall Street behind us I'm a "Menace II Society," f** Caine and O-Dog I got the 'caine and the O's, dawg I'm gangsta like Hennessy and Alize, Thug Pa**ion Ride or die 'til they k** me or put me in "Thugz Mansion" Gangbangin, this California lifestyle got me heated They want me buried, so I don't leave without the Desert Eagle Shoot first, ask questions on my way to county jail k** a n***a over my chain cause I know I'ma make bail I'm troublesome [The Game] "If I Die Tonite" - "Bury Me a G" amongst rap legends Cause I spit bullets in rhymes, 16's and 9's I keep a vest and a weapon, my baby momma got me stressin Prayin on my knees every night askin God is there a heaven? So here is my confession to my unborn child Them five shots couldn't drop me, but I ain't take 'em and smile I lost a lot of my n***az to g**nin and digits One figure on the trigger dawg I live the life of a sinner These motherf**ers wanna see me doin life in the pen I'm a Outlaw, and the West coast is ridin again My competition is none, I'm on a mission with guns Starin d**h in the eyes, 20 n***az deep when we ride My enemies is b**hes, they plottin on my riches Can't walk in the streets without the paparazzi takin pictures Label me a made n***a, all the way from Compton to Boston These n***az keep talkin I leave 'em dead in a coffin I'm troublesome [The Game] Money over b**hes is my motto in the streets I'm known for catchin hollows Packin pistols and drinkin Belve and Grey Goose out the bottle No role models, only k**ers and fiends Witness my n***a strapped with gats and army fatigues If it's murder he wrote it, if I'm lyin let the XXL quote it And know that I'm strictly a rap poet Baptized in my own tears, chastized by my own peers I'm a product of my childhood years My mother told me I'm HOPELESS, my pops wasn't around One of the reasons why I'm clutchin the pound California dreamin, chronic smoke out the beamer One hand on the nina schemin got these hooptie b**hes screamin They know that I'm celebrity, keep them cop k**ers in the clip And watch my back is what my n***az keep tellin me 21 years old, no felonies, so I ride with the Desert And pay homage to the hardest rap legend I'm troublesome