Trouble - Tool lyrics

[Intro: CyHi] Hello, this is an Ivy League announcement We do not condone violence, but we do encourage self-defense CyHi, like I don't mean no harm by this I don't wanna promote the wrong things, but CyHi [Verse 1: CyHi] I'm paranoid, but I ain't scared, it all started on bankhead Got jumped by six n***as, thank God I ain't dead Went to school with a black eye, I'm like, "f** it I'm that guy" Plus I'm that fly but can't act like some people didn't laugh when I pa** by So I went and bought me a deuce deuce, a little rusty but it do shoot Never was the one to tote a gun, but everybody in my crew do Cause we probably ran the train on a n***a's main girl like choo-choo Why you mad at me, dog, cause your girl nasty like couscous? I stay strapped like the task force, and I bought it for the jack boys Cause I run with n***as who make bank off the gla** And I ain't talking about the backboard Just when I got me a five seven, n***a I'm bout to spend bout a rack for it So if a n***a try to harm me, no need to ask [Hook] I pull my tool on a hater (tool on a hater) I pull my tool on a hater (tool on a hater) I pull my tool on a hater (tool on a hater) I pull this tool on a hater (tool on a hater) Tote ya toast from to L.A. to Chicago, New Orleans And if a hater runs up on your car door, let it ring [Verse 2: Trouble] You see the motherf**er tool here? Make a n***a forget about it, no rules here Initiated for hatin' the conversation I was having with a woman Had me bringing out temptation and you were David Ruffin The (?) on my face?, and then he thought about the bustin (?) The video for how I really get down in the public No mercy, it's nothin', no bluffin' You got a decision, I suggest you lose life over something Click clack, blaow, another man down Not promoting the violence, but there's too many n***as wilding In the city where it's sh**ty, and I pity you fools That's the reason older people out here carrying tools Younger brothers like to walk around just thinking it's cool With no education, they ain't even thinking of school With no money in their pocket or they wallet, scratch that Don't even got the fund to run and go and top that But everybody wanna sag pants, hang on the corner Smokin' marijuana claiming they gangsta I'll show ya gangsta when I pull out a banger Just for you haters, saying "Trouble a singer" I, I , I'll put you on a respirator, I pull this tool on you haters [Hook] [Verse 3: Pill] See what happened was, is I was trapping cause Before I really gave a f** what rapping was The nicks and the dimes I would bag 'em up On the block where I had to have a gat to bust Hey what's that sound in the back of us The blackest truck is backin' up, I'm mad as f** It might just be these hoes In a minute i won't need these clothes Need to talk to james who need these stones Listen Brit Brit you and Keke gone It's a motherf**in yay trap And if you on the snitch sh** b**h you stay strapped ASAP take that, like Puff, some n***as pulled up like bro what's up And opened up both doors And I don't really know them so you know I'm gonna go on with my hand on the motherf**in' .44 They like "what's up?" I'm like "not sh**" This chrome thing full of hot sh** He reached for his and I let it fly And it's a guarantee somebody got hit (okay then) And the moral of the story not to f** with the kid While I'm servin' like a waiter Cause I never hesitate to Up shirt and pull a tool on a motherf**in hater [Hook]