Baccara - Trouble

I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble Packin a Smith & Wesson Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin You can tell that I'm evil By the arch in my eye bra But I aint got no pitchfork I stick niggaz with this sawed-off Clear your porch Hit the floor, duck behind your couch If I don't hear enough screamin I'm burning down your house Apocolypse the barbarian I kill humanitarians Pillage your village Slaughter your children And rape your women[Verse 2]Bustin through that door like dun da dun da Bitches hit the floor on the double Bust off a couple Rounds and let it bubble In your belly Bullets dipped in formaldehyde So when they hit you You embalmed and ready To get carried Buried up in your grave Trust me, I'm that deadly Just test me if you brave Eklypse I stay sick Eith Pit, Playboy, and Lynch Kill a bitch nigga quick And run a train on his bitch nigga[Verse 3]I wish these niggaz would try to rough me for the chips I got metal muscle with silent tips And pistol grips give violent trips First I'm cool with you Then I'm not When you run up on me I pop pistols Gun up on me it's all official I'm chewin bone grissels Your family gonna miss you Do away done with you You should of had a gun with you I got pistols You know cookin utensils That shit that'll make your skin bubble Fuckin with these plague niggaz You gotsta know you in trouble[Chorus]Trouble (repeat 8 times)[Verse 4]I keeps it real thats the deal Headbuttin motherfuckers like Evander Holyfield I makes a full course dinner Out of roadkill Pops some pills Smoke some sherms Drunk as fuck Rollin up a blunt When I get through smokin it I'm comin to your house nigga What's for breakfast Kickin in your door At 3:47 in the morning I got my ?? yawnin Time to wake up, so I can do your bitch ass wrong Hear comes trouble Hell's angel, some niggaz call me spawn[Verse 5]Shit I'm off that ??? again Ready to load the pump again Soon as I put somethin in See i'ma aim it at your chin Blame it on your friend Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man I can make niggaz follow me like the pod piper can Arachnaphobia, I'm the sniper man Doom to put 'em in the pan Heat 'em and eat 'em as fast as I can Stretch your neck like elastic like plastic Man I'm first, you last to land Tephlon bullets they crash and land Nigga I'm double time You in trouble time I'm a bubble mine[Verse 6]I'm titani and scandalous I do random hits Load up all my extra clips And lets go handle this shit Trouble is what we lookin fo Kick in that fuckin door Put a gag up on that hoe Slit that niggaz throat Light up the door Smoke until we choke I wish you motherfuckers would try to locc And get his neck broke Kick in the door Shotgun up the asshole Brains blown Eyes closed Nothin but trouble[Chorus] - repeat to end