Trouble On My Mind (feat. Dubb, Jake & Papa)

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
 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
 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
 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