Intro: Nikke Kixx
 Uhh  yo Trouble  this is for you G
 Some crazy shit  but I gotta do what I gotta do

 Verse One: Nikke Kixx

 Her booty bang bang  gotta keep the flow
 so you know my girl Trouble
 Always on the elevated motivated kind of level
 Cause  down down to the ground as I feel when I heard the news
 Guess I got the blues  bust the next move
 I check, then I wreck, then I got upset
 Couldn't fade the fact, she would never be back
 Damn... I fell to my knees
 and I asked the Lord please; then I boo-hooed
 waitin for the big suit, so what's the next move, huh?
 While I reminesce, while I reminesce, yeah
 From show to show to show to show, ya know
 My girl Trouble yup, always kept such a fat flow
 Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip, uhh
 And I will always make you mine, in time
 this is for you G, the T-to-the-R-to-the-O
 to-the-U-to-the-B-to-the-L-E, rest in peace
 And I'm kickin it for you in ninety-three
 Here I go, here I go

 Verse Two: King Tee

 Not to get the eyballs drippin
 But when They Reminesce Over You, I be trippin
 It seems like two days back
 We was chillin in the studio, peepin out a track
 Talkin on the blahzay blah tip
 Yo, here comes Trouble with the hit
 Not too many could last
 They flunked when Trouble talked class
 They say God works mysterious
 ...but I'm curious
 It's like a tasket a tisket, girl you ain't missed shit
 Tryin to get a meal ticket and stay fit
 I know you're upstairs chillin
 And when you was here you made a killin
 Rest easy in peace, don't be agitated
 From King Tee, it's dedicated

 Chorus: Big Mac

 We're gonna miss you Trouble, we're gonna miss you (repeat 8X)

 Verse Three: Nefertiti

 Trouble, Trouble, Trouble
 Back in the days, and ahh we used to rage and ahh
 so put the pages, I fight back the tears and cry
 Not singin no sad song,just lettin out my feelings
 cause umm, Trouble's gone whether who's right or wrong
 I'm comin at cha
 Ya see what I mean, it's left to me to pave the way
 I walk the walk and steady leavin back my state of mind
 Tryin to recreate the scene and wonderin why
 Call Motown, let em know we doin a Trouble song
 The posse's deep we growin stronger than stronger than strong
 It's a deep thang, if you can't hang, don't try to swang
 You're not able to see you could never be down with me
 We're doin a song to blow our horns, yo it's not to mourn
 Consider me bein born, but over your death I'm torn
 So good everlasting, I'll shout it out
 I'm thinkin of past things you said that helped and watched me out
 West coast mobbin, niggaz that thought that we was nothin
 Pooh makes funky tracks it's the chronic so keep on puffin it
 Teela's got That Triflin Album that them niggaz be lovin
 Yo-Yo's still real loco, gettin them speedin tickets
 And kickin them funky lyrics
 I'm keepin the vibes alive, I gotta keep them vibes alive
 I hope you watch me strive.. the rest of the time alive
 I keep the spirit in my hand, I hope the record shall slam
 Damn, I'm thinkin about Trouble, MC Trouble