Lyrics
1- my conscience is broken, so be cautious n hold up, before you roll up only to get knocked uncontious, i hold it down,
for my hopeless n outcast homies, i gotcha backs, i take action, n attack bullies,
mash bullies, on that dumb tryna be tough shit, ill never let anybody be picked on n fucked wit,
i stand up, for what i beleive n i belive only a coward overpowers, someone easy to beat,
someone weak, ha, what the hell you wan call that?
i dont take shit, no fake shit, so fall back,
im small yah, but i hold my own, still a man witout backup, so i roll alone, oh,
i gotta thank you hataz, honestly, i mean it, cuz you gave me this dream, now im followin this dream
n succeedin,
a young king, in the lead, see him on the double, bringin my ppl an emcee, leadin you to trouble.
hook- be careful it gets scary if you in trouble, trouble...{singin}
yeah- trouble comes, trouble goes, but when it comes, you better be ready to muthafuckin roll!
{repeat hook}
2- you in trouble, no frontin, you in a catch 22, imma blow up in ya face, show you rage, when im comin through,
another view, of whats really real, really true, whatchu gonna do?, when im really here, right in front of you,
someone who, raps the facts, instead of actin skits, you aint the man, ramblin about the "baddest shit",
you rappin wit, a book fulla lies, if a "gangsta" was played out, you wouldnt know what to write,
im right, aint i?, yes i am, they sayin i wont make it but, yes i can,
all the time it took me, now look at my career, look at how i gotchu hooked on the rookie of they year, uh
every page i make up, steppin my game up, reppin my name up, murdah myke, wreckin ya dame up,
n i wont change up, soon, you gon hear the thunder, as you bump this, make them muthafuckaz feel the trouble.
{hook}
3- heres a little brick house, for your shit mouth, get loud, throw a fit now, otherwise sit down, quit how?,
i dont know submittin im no quitter no bitch im not bullshittin not kiddin, know that i dont give in n im,
im sick on a mic, im sick in real life, im sick in my mind, and im sick with this knife,
am i addicted to conflictin wit cops?, sick of gettin convicted, n sick of goin off the top,
sick of this friction wit pigs rollin in my spot,
feel like goin to the cop shop wit my shotty cocked n pop shots,
its nonstop, they askin whats the matter wit me,
i guarantee im not your average teen, i had it wit beef,
always a battle on the scene, endin up in handcuffs, yeah, i had it wit the streets, man,
panickin n bleedin, i done been there did it seen it, now i feel the reaper skeevin me, i dont wanna meet him.
{hook}
