| Song | Stay [N3W]tral - The Introduction |
| Artist | Dr3w |
| Album | Stay [N3W]tral |
| The Introduction | |
| I’m just a hood nigga, I ain’t never had shit | |
| Just a bad attitude and a bad bitch | |
| Duffle back full of 2’s and I have bricks | |
| 30, 40, 50 grand in the mattress | |
| Living on the edge, just a happy dawg | |
| I’m fucked up in the head, I don’t have it all | |
| Ball like a dog, push it to the limit | |
| But I’m fiendin, tryina get some bad pussy nigga fiendin | |
| My priorities is follow, got first in the fam | |
| Then I hustled in the money, fail ain’t in the plan | |
| Satan on my hill, he don’t want me to advance | |
| I tell him go to hell, sucka catch me if you can | |
| Shit, I am who I am, fresh up out of apologies | |
| Sometimes I ain’t get in trouble, trouble got me | |
| Guess it follows me but I stays on my hustle man | |
| Still the motherfuckin man, you can call me Trouble Man! | |
| Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man | |
| Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man | |
| Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man | |
| Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man | |
| Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man | |
| Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man | |
| Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man | |
| Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man | |
| Drugs, ain’t bout the row, ho you know how I roll | |
| Just left the crossroads, but soul unsold, | |
| Frigerated console, the curtains on my car door | |
| Raw ho, caviar, sushi and it’s cargo | |
| Everywhere I go fresh to death and clean as a bar of soap | |
| Getting blowed like trumpets in the wind in Chicago | |
| God knows I’m hot as El Diablo | |
| Fish Rocky in the Colorado algrove | |
| Also my flows, I’m taking back although | |
| My art’s all Leonardo Da Vinci, Picasso | |
| The rain go come down on your head like carpo | |
| I guess these other rappers that’s cool as far as all goes | |
| Sorry Charlie party’s over, shorty shop closed | |
| Came home, bank roll on King Kong | |
| Got these suckas in my scope with the beam on | |
| Prayin for my downfall, you can dream on | |
| Make I’m back in the Maybach and get my lean on | |
| Trouble ain’t changed me, role model ain’t me | |
| Don’t be angry now if I’m on the same street nigga | |
| U turn, haven’t you learn I’m Trouble Man | |
| Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man | |
| Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man | |
| Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man | |
| Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man | |
| Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man | |
| Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man | |
| Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man | |
| Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man | |
| Wait on my show, just chose to squat what it feel nigga | |
| Say I kick it the same when Pac did it | |
| Tell all them sucka niggas what the bizz is | |
| Offset a decade, do a thing like he did here | |
| Shit, another year, another gig done | |
| No chump chain, big thank millions | |
| Yo, my money old but I’m still young | |
| Then nigga look at most the drama, I’mma get some | |
| No more beef, people say goodbye to red meat | |
| But cross a nigga path and you dead meat | |
| Remain on my gang time, after time | |
| ’97 call the bass head, 99 dime | |
| ’98 have provisions on 2-85 flyin | |
| Skip where your micadilla, now they read that sign | |
| Cut to the present and the rap game mine | |
| Some things never change, it remains | |
| I’m Trouble Man | |
| Trouble man, | |
| I’m always in trouble man | |
| Grand hustle man, | |
| I’m the motherfuckin man | |
| Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man | |
| Bank rolls, rubber band, | |
| you can call me Trouble Man | |
| Trouble man, I’m always in trouble man | |
| Grand hustle man, | |
| I’m the motherfuckin man | |
| Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man | |
| Bank rolls, rubber band, | |
| you can call me Trouble Man |
| The Introduction | |
| I' m just a hood nigga, I ain' t never had shit | |
| Just a bad attitude and a bad bitch | |
| Duffle back full of 2' s and I have bricks | |
| 30, 40, 50 grand in the mattress | |
| Living on the edge, just a happy dawg | |
| I' m fucked up in the head, I don' t have it all | |
| Ball like a dog, push it to the limit | |
| But I' m fiendin, tryina get some bad pussy nigga fiendin | |
| My priorities is follow, got first in the fam | |
| Then I hustled in the money, fail ain' t in the plan | |
| Satan on my hill, he don' t want me to advance | |
| I tell him go to hell, sucka catch me if you can | |
| Shit, I am who I am, fresh up out of apologies | |
| Sometimes I ain' t get in trouble, trouble got me | |
| Guess it follows me but I stays on my hustle man | |
| Still the motherfuckin man, you can call me Trouble Man! | |
| Trouble man, I' m always in trouble man | |
| Grand hustle man, I' m the motherfuckin man | |
| Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man | |
| Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man | |
| Trouble man, I' m always in trouble man | |
| Grand hustle man, I' m the motherfuckin man | |
| Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man | |
| Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man | |
| Drugs, ain' t bout the row, ho you know how I roll | |
| Just left the crossroads, but soul unsold, | |
| Frigerated console, the curtains on my car door | |
| Raw ho, caviar, sushi and it' s cargo | |
| Everywhere I go fresh to death and clean as a bar of soap | |
| Getting blowed like trumpets in the wind in Chicago | |
| God knows I' m hot as El Diablo | |
| Fish Rocky in the Colorado algrove | |
| Also my flows, I' m taking back although | |
| My art' s all Leonardo Da Vinci, Picasso | |
| The rain go come down on your head like carpo | |
| I guess these other rappers that' s cool as far as all goes | |
| Sorry Charlie party' s over, shorty shop closed | |
| Came home, bank roll on King Kong | |
| Got these suckas in my scope with the beam on | |
| Prayin for my downfall, you can dream on | |
| Make I' m back in the Maybach and get my lean on | |
| Trouble ain' t changed me, role model ain' t me | |
| Don' t be angry now if I' m on the same street nigga | |
| U turn, haven' t you learn I' m Trouble Man | |
| Trouble man, I' m always in trouble man | |
| Grand hustle man, I' m the motherfuckin man | |
| Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man | |
| Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man | |
| Trouble man, I' m always in trouble man | |
| Grand hustle man, I' m the motherfuckin man | |
| Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man | |
| Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man | |
| Wait on my show, just chose to squat what it feel nigga | |
| Say I kick it the same when Pac did it | |
| Tell all them sucka niggas what the bizz is | |
| Offset a decade, do a thing like he did here | |
| Shit, another year, another gig done | |
| No chump chain, big thank millions | |
| Yo, my money old but I' m still young | |
| Then nigga look at most the drama, I' mma get some | |
| No more beef, people say goodbye to red meat | |
| But cross a nigga path and you dead meat | |
| Remain on my gang time, after time | |
| ' 97 call the bass head, 99 dime | |
| ' 98 have provisions on 285 flyin | |
| Skip where your micadilla, now they read that sign | |
| Cut to the present and the rap game mine | |
| Some things never change, it remains | |
| I' m Trouble Man | |
| Trouble man, | |
| I' m always in trouble man | |
| Grand hustle man, | |
| I' m the motherfuckin man | |
| Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man | |
| Bank rolls, rubber band, | |
| you can call me Trouble Man | |
| Trouble man, I' m always in trouble man | |
| Grand hustle man, | |
| I' m the motherfuckin man | |
| Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man | |
| Bank rolls, rubber band, | |
| you can call me Trouble Man |