So Much Trouble

[Intro: Sheek Louch] Cause we can't stop, like Diddy said Rosay bottles and big bread Fast cars and big cigars Police chases and big faces [Chorus: Sheek Louch] I got so much trouble on my mind I refuse to lose Get your ticket, yeah Watch a brother get wicked Yeah So much trouble on my mind I refuse to lose Get your ticket Yeah Watch a brother get wicked [Verse 1: Styles P] Blame it on the greed, [?] in the air [?] long with the weed, fuck niggas bleed House on the hills, why I’m up in the [?] Street nigga till I die, fuck with the G's Inhale long pulls, it's strong [?] It ain’t the right game, but it's never to make the wrong moves Guns in my long jons, with D-Block carpool It's the devil's land, but it's the lord's rules Keep the good book right next to the hard tool I'm real tight, but I'm real loose Just hit the ball, [?] will shoot Yeah I got a rap contract, but I deal too Nigga full of venom, you a lemon, you peal too Better yet an orange cock sucker, I squeeze on him Trouble on my mind, on the grind, like The Lox got keys on them [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] Black on black, I’m pushing that American muscle [?] here, [?] learn how to hustle I been sitting on [?] of a don [?] LeBron, no music if you see me with [?] Smoke when I’m getting out the car Bottles at the bar, big diamonds on the face [?] Get rid of me, you kidding me? It's better to Twitter me [?] I’m hands down the best Every Benz I have, I start it with an S Yes, I'm Y.O., Brooklyn, Queens [?] autotune or skinny ass jeans I cook the coke up, and serve them feends Yeah Let's go [Chorus: Sheek Louch] I got so much trouble on my mind I refuse to lose Get your ticket, yeah Watch a brother get wicked Yeah So much trouble on my mind I refuse to lose Get your ticket Yeah Watch a brother get wicked [Verse 3: Bucky] Yeah, I got a whole lotta trouble on my mind The black mac double in my palms Black jeans, black T, black joggers, black fitted [?] fellin get wicked Every bar is [?] you can sniff it Every track I'm on, Imma rip it Directly in half, a hundred shots Put fifty in your neck, and [?] Screw the [?] what’s in your chest and your [?] Cock sucker in the middle of the intersection I disrespect him Do him so dirty, that they gonna have to get his [?] [?] when my clique come Get dumb, get left with an extra hole to shit from [Verse 4: Beanie Sigel] Yeah, come get it if you can stand it Big ass three five seven, no hammer Bullets make you dance, but the gun ain't jamming Hit shit on a random, wild out with the cannon You only wild out on the camera You dudes fooling, you ain't riding, you YouTubing I do do this, this true music Purple juice, [?] purp abuser Wack ass rapper persecuter There's none truer I'm the done doer That mean I been did it Been raw, since [?] with it Wasn't no half stepping when I came with it I just aim with it Bang with it Call out names with it You know my thing, the whole gang get it I been poppin fellas for Rock A Fella Put it in your mouth like Akinyele, and pop your mellon Bitch [Chorus: Sheek Louch] I got so much trouble on my mind I refuse to lose Get your ticket, yeah Watch a brother get wicked Yeah So much trouble on my mind I refuse to lose Get your ticket Yeah Watch a brother get wicked