Lyrical Breakdown of Troublesome - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Troublesome" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 2Pac weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Troublesome" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 2Pac employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to 2Pac's narrative.

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Born to wreck shit, poppin' bubble gum Others call me up, but momma call me troublesome Learned to shoot a gun, before I learned to read or write Never touched a pipe, made my money every night 'Til I gotta (ride), a motherfuckin' Benz Bitch talked to every snitch, they jeopardized me gettin' rich Only fifteen at a spot full of rock teens Full of hard knocks, ready to clock, FUCK the cops (yeah!) And we was fat like Trump Every nigga packed a pump, so time to be poppin' trunks I stood at the top of the organization Ready to pop a cop with no hesitations (fuck the police) yeah Now I'm makin' all the others run 'Cause here it comes, look out for Brother Troublesome Yeah, y'all, ha ha A nigga named Troublesome I learned from my mistakes I'm twenty-one now I gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battle Ain't old enough to save but I behave just like a true vet That's cause for all the dirt I did and dirt I didn't do yet Tryin' to pop my pistol for a profit Copper tried to stop I didn't drop and so he got it (yeah) And I don't give a fuck about it (Ah yo you think you'll ever quit this shit?) I doubt it So why not take all of me 'Cause I just love to be the nigga that nobody else has the balls to be These suckers always searchin' for me, with funk They in a hurry to get buried with they Locs up And once I let my gun pop Another motherfucker drops I smoke a gang of buddha better yet some Indo Crack through your window, nigga where the fuck the Yayo? You tried to hesitate I couldn't wait to rush him I didn't trust him, he sneezed and I had to bust him I'm criminal I'm workin' doin' wicked shit So catch a Christmas 'cause I'm murderin' your witnesses, I'm troublesome Yeah (yeah) Yeah, a nigga named Troublesome Now I'm on top got plenty open I ain't no fuckin' joke so you can label me King of Oakland, huh As I sit back and rake my, dough in I let my money grown in just got rich off what they owin', huh And flippin' hoes, there's no open Keepin' a sister broke I'd rather take it from the token (give it up) A psychopath when provoked then All you see is smoke I pull a pistol from my coat I told you we ain't havin' it (come here) Gave up the dough, reached for his coat, started grabbin' it "Bang bang", was the sound as I jetted A bullet in the head so the sucker don't forget it But I knew that I'd be dead soon Crime in my head, makin' decisions in my bedroom I see Task at my front door (ahh shit) But I ain't goin' alive, so what the fuck these niggas come for? Just because you got a vest don't mean you escape from death (bitch) I'll put this AK to your chest it'll take your entire breath Threw a grenade in the front yard Six cops lunged then got crunched, here they come God The other cops are closin' in Deja vu, what do I do, here we go again (here we go again) I'd rather take my life than have these suckers clown me When they found me, they call me troublesome (Niggas ain't dead but not alive) Troublesome, word up Uptown, they got a Troublesome In Crooklyn, they got a Troublesome In the Bronx, they got a Troublesome In Uptown, they got a Troublesome South Central, they got a Troublesome The Jungle, they got a Troublesome Washington D.C. troublesome Baltimore (troublesome) Miami Troublesome, Seattle All over this motherfuckin' country (troublesome) In every single ghetto (troublesome) As long as there ain't money there's gonna be troublesome Troublesome, word up Troublesome Troublesome (troublesome) Troublesome, troublesome A nigga named Troublesome