Lyrics:
And I ain’t gonna think about trouble anymore
Well now, this old world sometimes it does get lonesome
And it’s many a grown man has hung his head
I first meet this man by the Capen street Tracks
In no shape for success headed nowhere to fast
He may have been someone once by the sound
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
(Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
Man this beat's so lazy
And I've been so wavy
Drink by drink, going a little crazy
And I'm lit so early
I just want a bag and the game toe tagged
Smoke
With my heart yeah
I got growing pains
Came back from the early days
When the trouble came
Didn't go by extra
They was calling me extraordinaire
Couple
Having trouble with the words to say
All my feelings I been throwing away
And all I ever do is try to run away
And I've been so numb overcame my rage
act
If trouble was his middle name, it would fit his ass
In a world where the music scene is planned and paid for
He's covered by us, but not
Just like that man over there
And this, is his story
Crying all day
Drinking alone
This child has some troubles
Just 23, but all fucked up
His liver is
Before we arrived on the scene, you know what I mean
When it was all about, I forgot, man forget it (come on)
See now the P is sweated as a global affair
you don't know what you're doing
Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin
And dig this man
I spent my childhood in a wild hood
And all
as I do and everything will be cool
When you find yourself in times of trouble
Remember that I'm by your side (I'm by your side)
Lean on me when
[Treach (Method Man)]
And why'all thought it was over
(Nah nah it ain't over 'til the fat bitch sings my nigga)
We ready to Rock & Roll God damn
[Chorus:]
It's all good
It's alright
I'm gonna sit here with my baby all night
And let the troubles of this world
Roll on by us like they should
It's
is the greatest at rap
His fire bars even made me start to fap
That man is having trouble pissing
But he will give your mom a kissing,
Right directly
heart to walk in faith not by sight
So when the troubles coming hard
Lord I am not taking flight
Gotta be the man that you are calling me
I give You all
(Yeah, man) (ay, ay, ay)
Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled hunnids
We look like some crumbled hunnids
Blunted out, then fuzz is
was trouble
When there was trouble
When there was
If I blow, then my team blow too
If I grind, then I grind with you
Leaving a man behind is something
Dem caan get wi out, dem caan get wi out, dem caan get wi out
Of this reggae music, no matter how dem try
Jah is standing by
He's standing by
Verse 1
have trouble in customs, shout out to my cousins
Who came up from nothing, they never with bluffin
I started from muffins, now racks by the dozen
You
could be worse
ill make ur b skirt off
come n do tings
i aint got trouble shootin
u dont wanna see my machine turn on
dont sign on man i see work gone
trip
Make my own chips, I cop my own 6
I knock my own shit like I'm on my own dick
My days is short, need coke?
Raid the fort, don't knock by
trip
Make my own chips, I cop my own 6
I knock my own shit like I'm on my own dick
My days is short, need coke?
Raid the fort, don't knock by
Discuss these trouble is a man by judy holliday Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In