Trouble - Polar Bear Lyrics - Build And Destroy: The Lost Sessions Part 1 (single) - Royce Da 5'9

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

Uhh, yeah 

Royce 5-9, my nigga Bow Tie 

My nigga Cee, Six July 

Gangsta, what, gangsta, what, uhh 

Gangsta, niggaz is gangsta 

Yo, I'm out here all day 

From when you hear the sounds of the car skiddin 

Then start dickin, gangsta from start to the finish 

Whassup - never socialable, nigga we too disposable 

If I get close to you it's probably to dispose of you quicker 

Go 'head, try somethin - live or die by these numbers 

I'd rather live paralyzed than to die runnin, you feel it 

Stay out his path, he's chaotic and mad 

Pull a K out and blast, and treat every day like his last 

I'm just a street nigga rhymin some words 

Dabble in the finest of furs, cowboy minus the spurs and saddle 

Prefer for battle; most deserved 

in highest level in cowboy status is not from herdin cattle 

One strange guy, I'm - nuttin like you mayn 

Guns all look the same to the un-trained eye 

Easy to find, tell me how a gorilla can hide 

The realest nigga breathin, ain't no nigga realer alive 

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[Chorus 2X: Royce] 

Y'all niggaz in trouble (in trouble) 

Y'all niggaz in trouble (in trouble). 

Y'all niggaz in trouble (in trouble) 

Y'all niggaz in trouble, you don't want this 

[Bow Tie] 

It's the black Elmer Fudd, fuck a mansion and a yacht 

I got a project buildin, weed runnin on the block (c'mon) 

A sweet tooth for chronic, shit got me speakin in ebonics 

Killer cracker, respect me for my talent 

Sniff 'em out like a bloodhound 

Like they bag mills out in Vegas on the Greyhound 

I never plead guilty, come to court filthy 

Lawyer drunk off Henny, parole violators with me 

And still I walk cause it's real 

Take they ass to trial then they lose a quarter mil', now that's a deal 

Filthy rich at his best 

Love hell I write, with a 7 on my chest 

I come, real street knowledge, boulevard trade school 

Paid dues, cause niggaz know I honor the rules 

Left no clues, X found, case is closed 

While you go against the grain, with a plane of fo's 

Take that slang to go, with the rubber handle steel 

Spit dum-dums at labels, with a 50-50 deal 

Explode to your guts, that part left hollow 

Show the world your nuts, I'm the hoodlum role model 

To all the competition that'll follow 

Just remember damage to the 99th power 

No one knows the hour, that the Bow will strike 

Took the sword from Hitler, that they stuck in Christ 

Now who's nice? . Now who's nice? 

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[Chorus] 

[Cee] 

Yo, you see the press is too hot (uh-huh) when you rush my flows 

I got, three for twenty-five, rhymes flip like blows 

What you never heard this voice, it's big Cee from the state 

(where you from nigga?) Where we pimp hustle hard, bang it out for the weight 

Eyes wide, cause me and my niggaz organize crime 

You either get it in the streets, or runnin from the jail lines 

My game's at command, I show the world my status 

It's filthy to the death blastin black automatics 

You niggaz talk pain, he will catch these shells 

Twenty-three hours on lockdown, one out your cell 

I know it sounds sick, when you deal in this form 

My city, the home where the killers is born 

Close capture, East and West, now that you have to 

leave a little room for this Midwest rapture 

And there's no endin, to the words I spit 

I sacrifice my soul for this filthy rich shit (gangsta shit) 

[Chorus] 

[Outro] 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Y'all niggaz know it's trouble, y'knamsayin? 

I got my Detroit niggaz 

I got my New York niggaz 

I'm a Chi-Town nigga 

And it's goin down for the new millenium motherfuckers!