[Verse 1] Trouble on the streets, I'm a bad one Nightmare of your dreams like a black lung Nowhere left to hide when the ruckus comes No, I'm not done, I'm not done I'm moving in with precision I'm gun metal cold I hit the target, don't miss 'em It never gets old Oh, oh, oh You don't want the smoke, no [Pre-Chorus] Outlaws doing bad things for the...Learn More