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troublemakers - ghostface killah lyrics

“troublemakers”
(feat. raekwon, redman & method man)

[intro: raekwon]
forreal? can i get a juice, lord?
yeah, yeah… yeah, squad n-gg-s boy, forreal
uh-huh, forreal, man, word, open the door, man
hustle flow sh-t, yeah, aiyo, p-ss the cigar, lord
come on, man, stop playing, man

[raekwon]
we in the cabin playing backgammon, gorilla monster slammers
brothers higher us, try us you gon’ die, son
green medicine, blow veterans
run in adidas store, six more valors, drawers feather skin
haircutted up, hollering, seven through three sixes
no, we ain’t the devil, where ya llama, d-ck?
can’t stand the other side, n-gg-s know we rich, we color guys
loose up your mother, true lullabies
gangsta ever readies, take off my shirt, no batteries, n-gg-
just one mean magnum killer
snowmobiles jetting out the timber, feel chef alt-tude
yo, i can’t breathe, check the splendor
brazilian honey dip, i’m on my rifle day, n-gg-
times is roughing, timberland cuffing
one knee up, g up all the re-up
hope we can pull it back, my throat my only weapon, blow the beat up

[ghostface killah]
stuff pillow pads in the rat holes, reduce that f-ggot -ss n-gg-
who wanna jump like a frog to a tadpole
gag it up, sliding through the er, batted up
a tube in your d-ck, you can’t p-ss when standing up
hands is shaking, doctors is taken to operating
“nah, he might not live!” so they start debating
you in bad shape, in the neck of new york
your slithering ways, lay with you a bad snake
smash bake, eight stab holes in your shoulder blades
you wilding on the stretcher and sh-t, b-tch trynna hold your legs
nah don’t hold his legs, tell that b-tch -ss n-gg- to chill
put something in his meat like boiling eggs
got gophers that sleep in the woods, car hard down
padlock your bow-legged spot, where your rocks now?
you ain’t moving no crack, you’se a moving -ss rat
after you lay up in that morgue, i’mma f-ck your back
yeah, n-gg-, die slow with your smirk on
night-night lights, dim it down, get your mirk on
later i see you in h-ll, get your bird on
filled with embalming fluid, get your serve on

[redman]
my sherm on in the hood when i ride by
my eyes looking like i learned how to skydive
the world is yours, there’s rules you abide by
ride with the fly guy on i-95
they said a n-gg- return, but i never left
i told big l through me, he could resurrect
i’m that n-gg- like puff in l-o-x
i took one l and life is still double x
brick city where i bleed on the streets at
the e’s in m&m’s, i need a (relapse)
and b-tches, grab my mic, give me feedback
reggie you an -sshole, baby i be that
yeah, i get c-cky when the beat pumping
you know you doing it when your tire lip running
i keep a freak and i call chicken mcnugget
cuz this (superbad) n-gg-, she mclovin’

[method man]
fiends get killed in my hallways, we parle
my feet been killing me all day
your boy down for lot, like them killas in raw way
it’s all work and no play, cuz this block ain’t nothing like broadway
revenge is sweeter then sorbet, you all become believers
once this heaters in your face, just a part of my funk swear
ya’ll don’t want no part of the gun spray
i would hate to pull it in one stray
that’s where the innocents by stand, we trapped inside these tenements like d-mn
why mama trynna feed us this spiced ham
connects trynna cheat us with light grams
co-defendants try to lighten they sentence, snitching to white man
turned state evidence, fam, we ain’t jellin’
felons ain’t felons no more, they straight tellin’
ain’t nothing worse than a rat, you can’t smellin’
and ain’t nothing worse than a track, you can’t sellin’

- ghostface killah lyrics

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