[Verse 1: CManeech]
Uh, Yeah, No Pulp
Spittin to the d**h of my opponent
Nobody ever had me
Full House of Rhymes like I Mary-Kate and Ashley
Fans ride me I carry them like a caddy
And Haters will need operations like Milton & Bradley
k**ing them happy and gladly with no guilt
When Oj's in the game these other crews just get spilt
I'm ballin like Wilt/ big like I'm on stilts
And eatin beats I'm always hungry on the mic I'm Uncle Phil
The appetite is right/ my outside is white
But the words that I spit are colorless when I recite
These bombs I drop heavily
Gun is aimed steadily
Trigger finger ready to pull if you offending me
[Hook: Pusha t (Original song)]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind
[Verse 2: k**aBThunThunnun]
Call this that Ca**ius Clay flow/ sh** sting like a blow
Job from the b**h that bite down to the core
Fresh to d**h but still dirty in my prime
Maybe thats the reason that I got trouble on my mind
Awaken by the thoughts of my past and the fears
Keeps me from the sorrows used to pour with my tears
But f** these sorrows I'm bout to go sick
Young with my flow like my name was f**in Nick
So got problems but a n***a ain't trying to f**in k**
But f**in pop sh** off like a rave wit a pill
Two shots to the heart leave a n***a colder than ever
Leavin people speechless, He- Helen Keller
And I patrol like a menace/ bull rushin like Dennis
Cross shot like tennis/ flow so long its endless
Oj, she lovin the crew
f** the b**h at the holiday inn like Jrue
[Hook: Pusha t (Original song)]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind
[Verse 3 JP]
Uh
I'm what they call a monster
Causing havoc I'm linning take a spot on the roster
Just watch me/ rising up like a star you can't stop me
New York City stand up
We the illy f** Philly
Get a milli/ I'm a take a chilly pilly while I k**y this beat
Uh
Steady on my grind and I'm blowing up like a bomb
Tick Tick you hearing it in my rhyme
Troubling fumbling stumbling over my mind
Charizard flow/ fire in every line
I'm not kind/ get in line/ your behind
Rosa Parks past times in the present
Doing future lines
I'm going ham, I'm crazy
Gotta keep my composure
Something like a choir f**ing up with no composer
Im a closer/ shots in the fourth quarter
Black and yellow mamba
No James no Poser
[Hook: Pusha t (Original song)]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my min