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    [Unknown Girl]
    Cities, streets, that's where I learned
    Play with fire, you'll get burned
    When the heat was on, I turned
    Turned to trouble... trouble

    [Lil Wayne]
    Yeah, yeah, C three, yeah
    New Orleans baby, a street called Eagle
    And everybody's ill, yeah, illegal
    People steal cars, we steal people
    We eat like dogs, but we still people
    And even when ya lost, trouble still see you
    And even if ya dead broke, we are still equal
    One time for the lil people
    Eat ya meal, don't let ya meal eat you
    (I run with trouble... trouble)
    Street runner we crazy with dis one
    I run... with... trouble

    [Lil Wayne]
    And just the other day, my nigga Chris killed his self
    I pray to God, that I never feel the way he felt
    Where do we go when there's no help?
    He figured Heaven, so he went left
    Ya'll know that ain't right
    Plus, he was high as a plane that same night
    Shit, I probably been on that same flight
    Shit, I probably had that same fight
    I just kept swingin
    Twelve rounds comin, bells ringin
    (I run with trouble... trouble)
    Introduced to the game, when I was just a child
    Mama love a drug dealer, straight quit her job
    And took his life, and along with him, I died
    And she died, we died
    Then came my daughter, to my bed side
    Told me daddy, don't cry, I'm alive
    I look her in the eyes, and see me with no sins
    But this is how the note ends

    [Lil Wayne]
    Ya know, let's kick it back
    I can't call it
    (I run with trouble... trouble)
    Ya know, heheh
    Yeah, yeah

    [Lil Wayne]
    The tool, it poke out the jeans
    The coke smell just like a bunch of coffee beans
    Ya nah mean? and everything ain't what it seem
    Ya nah mean? and don't play that game, without your team
    Kill for my bread, kill for my G's, kill for my cream
    I will have that red beam on hot beam
    Now I hear sirens, wait I think I see one behind me
    I ain't trippin baby, money got me
    (I run with trouble... trouble)
    And fuck the police, fuck the feds, too
    I ain't jumpin in that jump suit
    A one, I'm on my one, two
    Check me out, I fuck around and check you
    Respect due, pay yours nigga
    Mines under the seat, by my feet, where's yours nigga?
    Too much hoarse liquor, huh?
    Too much pressure, too much force
    Too much money, never heard that before
    And we stop the snitches at the door
    Cut that tail off the rat, he won't rat no more
    (I run with trouble... trouble)
    Shit, that's right, get trapped fuck with my G's
    Keep shootin, 'til I burn my sleeves
    Nigga please, these boys is G's
    Represent New Orleans, like a Florida leaf
    Shit, what you know about it, we more than thieves
    We steal from the rich, so the poor can eat
    Yeah, niggas act up, my niggas act accordingly
    Hey soldier, don't war with me
    Jump on it

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