Trouble Man

(Willie D) Yeah, this goes out to all you humps out there That think you are better cause you got the cashmere sweater Stop look and listen Pay close attention While my road dog Sho tell ya how it G-O (Sho) Lord have mercy, anotha day anotha dollar So many bills and problems, it make me wanna holla But thinkin bout the easy way out Puttin a gun in my hand, let my brains hang out But then I'd leave my mama with the bills to pay And that's suicide, I'll go to hell anyway Life ain't gettin no cheaper And every single day I'm fallin deeper and deeper Been thinkin about a jack But it ain't enough for the rent Plus my family is starvin, black You see I'm runnin outta options And every single day there's somethin new to stop me And how I'm gonna face my family, dude When they countin on me to bring home the food The future don't bring no hope I been worried about my bills I ain't have time to vote And if I did Mr.President wouldn't understand Life in the ghetto I'm the trouble man (Willie D) What ya know about the trouble man You ain't never struggled so how can you understand Got your big car and your big house and your big money So you lookin at the trouble man funny He's gettin dissed by society When all he's doin is tryin to make ends meet So when you see the trouble man don't frown Cause what goes around comes around (Sho) Come take a trip to the hood Everybody knows I'm up to no good Tryin to make them licks so I can pay them woods Don't live my life on the rose The only come up was to slang a lil' dope But now I'm standin at the pen, G They tryna lock me up Cause Uncle Sam couldn't tax me My bills are due yesterday And to make it worse I got a little baby on the way But who really cares about my songs I won't have lights if I'm broke when I come home Been starrin life's mirror for directions But I'm so broke I don't cast the reflection Times are gettin so tough If I had a few bucks I'd buy a 1/5 and a ice cup And hang on the cuts with the rest of my friends with no plans I'm the trouble man (Chorus) I'm just the trouble man I'm just the trouble man Lord knows I'm doin the very very very best I can (Sho) Sometimes I don't wanna see the next day God knows a brother shouldna live this way But I ain't the type that's sittin in the crib and chill Sittin on my ass ain't gon pay my life bill I'd rather be locked up for tryin than sittin in my crib With no food watchin mama cryin I'm always gonna do my part Straight outta South Park where the hustlers got heart Just beein black is a punch in the stomach But beein black with no money is like my mind playin tricks on me Everyday I'm out there duckin and divin If you ain't livin how you wanna Then you just survive Everybody think they got the plan But everywhere I go I see another trouble man So on the dope game they wishin and hopin But you got just as many slangin as you got out there smokin So I'm on to a new thang Rap music The brand new dope game (Chorus) (Sho) I'm the trouble (Chorus) (Sho) I'm the trouble (Chorus) (Sho) I'm the trouble (Chorus) (Sho) I'm the trouble