[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 ^!$$% 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

%#@!, I probably been on that same flight
%#@!, 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 !@%!e 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

Unh
(I run with trouble... trouble)
And $#&@ the police, $#&@ the feds, too

I ain't jumpin in that jump suit
A one, I'm on my one, two
Check me out, I $#&@ around and check you

Respect due, pay yours ^!$$%
Mines under the seat, by my feet, where's yours ^!$$%?
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)

%#@!, that's right, get trapped $#&@ with my G's
Keep shootin, 'til I burn my sleeves
^!$$% please, these boys is G's

Represent New Orleans, like a Florida leaf
%#@!, what you know about it, we more than thieves
We steal from the rich, so the poor can eat
Yeah, ^!$$%s act up, my ^!$$%s act accordingly
Hey soldier, don't war with me

Jump on it