Trouble

[Chino XL] One more time, Tech Uh, uh, uh I'm trouble Chorus: Tracey Lane Everywhere I go It seems like Trouble keeps following me Niggas, y'all better stop fucking with me Cause I keep the heat Right up under my set Everywhere I go It seems like Trouble keeps following me Homey, ya don't really want no problems with me Cause I'm used to beef And I'm from the streets (Verse 1) Chino is born with a feeling of anguish Hate my primary language Survive beef thick like Black Angus Street famous, to wore your vest Have you talkin' Through a Wire like you Kanye West I'm the Puerto Rican sire with the fire lyrics That been known to slap a nigga with my gun and my fist And I been known to diss a nigga on my compact disc But I gone a little smarter when the walls doing list And yes All I know is writing On my tombstone write Won't write shit, I'm incapable of dying When I ain't implying, I stay prime I whip yo ass, but you a homo, I'd be sentenced for a hate crime Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) The king of innovating, ventilating verbal data These rappers, they keeping me so pissed, I got an empty bladder Does it even matter that I flow good? Off my head, like I'm surrounded by terrorists in black hoods Smokin' blackwoods You in my infrared You wanna play The Godfather? Marlon Brando's dead Trouble followin' me Niggas ain't fuckin' with me It's Friday, I whip Devo's ass with a ten-speed Mix-breed, made for beef, in war, you'll never win You ain't fuckin' with a kid, you fuckin' with a veteran Reach up under the leather and blast, bullshit, you right I'm nice I got suicide comittin' life Spittin' right while you forcin' yours, just got a check I ain't seein' so many zeros since the last Source awards Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) It's a damn shame you about to die at the top of your health Boo-Yah T.R.I.B.E. smuggled me an AK off the shelf They say I look like The Rock, it's why I'm winnin' the belt It's like a room full of pool tables, how much I'm felt Bitches Heads, Spreewell rims, how I'm spinnin' 'em And women, please keep staring to a three minute minimum The Porsche struck emblem flashy, can mammi get in? Ah, depends like what old people shit in I'm hear 'em whisperin', listen, you +Limp+ wristed Do not horseplay if you softer than Seabiscuit/+Bizkit+ Don't risk it With adequet acts to get swung We ain't laughing with you, we laughin' at you like William Hung (So where you from?) The home of Fu-Gee-La and Naught By In Channel Live, Joe Buddens, Marc the 45 Queen La', Redman, Joe Pesci, Rah Digga Wild niggas, crooked cops, Sopranos, scheming bitches Fiending riches religious Street scriptures Everywhere I go is trouble God is my witness Repeat Chorus Twice [Tracey Lane] From the streets [King Tech] Come on... Come on...