Trouble On My Mind Lyrics - Blood Moon: Year Of The Wolf - Game

Killers hanging outside the windows, aye 

Oh my, oh my, I got trouble on my mind 

I got trouble on my mind 

I know my enemies run when that pistol shake 

Nah, nah, nah, nah, I got trouble on my mind, trouble 

It's a stolen G ride whenever we ride 

It's war where we reside so I gots to keep my 

Pistol close, even cops killing folks 

Give their ass the whole magazine, fuck a centerfold 

Sixteen with it, ho, one in the chamber 

Mask on my face so I remain a stranger 

Death round the corner run inside when we pull up 

Learn the negotiations, how you talking to a bulldog? 

Blap, blap, blap - what you hear when them shots go off 

Devil on my shoulders told me squeeze my Glocks on y'all 

Only the angel that I seen was the logo on the fitted 

I'm a seven black nigga, all my enemies'll get it 

Bloody rag wrapped around my motherfucking tech 

Snoop "Murder Was The Case" what was playing in the deck 

How else could I live my life 

When yesterday's promise turn to present day's lies? 

With the 

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Yeah, fuck shooting brothers for the color of their rag 

I'm shooting at the niggas with the badge 

Catch you walking out the station, that's your ass 

Nigga, that's for Mike Brown, pussy, that's for Eric Garner 

Pig, that's for Sean Bell, die from these nine shells 

Go against the SWAT team, meet us at the swap meet 

Bloods and Crips together, peace treaty like it's '93 

They the real enemies, they the ones that killing me 

Killing you, they killing us, judges don't do shit for us 

Cops kill a nigga, bet they'll never get a sentence huh 

Get promoted right after getting off suspension 

What the fuck is this world coming to? 

Unarmed black kids, they putting guns at you 

That's been happening for years so that's nothing new 

Got me sick to my stomach, fuck a stomach flu 

Tell captain or the police that we coming through 

With troops that ain't scared to die and they love to shoot 

Some out the roof, it sunk 

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