Troublemakers (feat. Raekwon, Redman & Method Man)

Ghostface Killah

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    [Intro: Raekwon]
    Forreal? Can I get a juice, lord?
    Yeah, yeah... yeah, squad niggas boy, forreal
    Uh-huh, forreal, man, word, open the door, man
    Hustle flow shit, yeah, aiyo, pass 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, dick?
    Can't stand the other side, niggas know we rich, we color guys
    Loose up your mother, true lullabies
    Gangsta ever readies, take off my shirt, no batteries, nigga
    Just one mean magnum killer
    Snowmobiles jetting out the Timber, feel Chef altitude
    Yo, I can't breathe, check the splendor
    Brazilian honey dip, I'm on my rifle day, nigga
    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

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    [Ghostface Killah]
    Stuff pillow pads in the rat holes, reduce that faggot ass nigga
    Who wanna jump like a frog to a tadpole
    Gag it up, sliding through the ER, batted up
    A tube in your dick, you can't piss 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 shit, bitch trynna hold your legs
    Nah don't hold his legs, tell that bitch ass nigga 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 ass rat
    After you lay up in that morgue, I'mma fuck your back
    Yeah, nigga, die slow with your smirk on
    Night-night lights, dim it down, get your mirk on
    Later I see you in hell, 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 nigga return, but I never left
    I told Big L through me, he could resurrect
    I'm that nigga 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 bitches, grab my mic, give me feedback
    Reggie you an asshole, baby I be that
    Yeah, I get cocky 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) nigga, 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 damn
    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'

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