Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Redman, Raekwon - Troublemakers lyrics

[Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Redman, Raekwon - Troublemakers lyrics]

For real? Can I get a juice, lord?
Yeah, yeah yeah, squad niggas boy, for real
Uh huh, forreal, man, word, open the door
Man
Hustle flow shit, yeah, aiyo, pass the cigar
Lord come on, man, stop playing, man

We in the cabin playing backgammon
Gorilla monster slammers
Brothers hire us, try us you gon' die, son
Green medicine, blow veterans
Run in Adidas store, six more velours
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

Stuff Brillo 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
They trynna hold your legs
Nah don't hold his legs
Tell that bitch ass nigga to chill
Put something in his meat like bolognese
Got gophers that sleep in the woods
Carhartt 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'ma 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 burn on
Filled with embalming fluid
Get your sherm on

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 I95
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 breathe all the trees 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 her chicken McNugget
'Cause this Superbad nigga, she McLovin'

Fiends get killed in my hallways, we parlay
My feet been killing me all day
Your boy down for lot
Like them killas in RahWay
It's all work and no play
'Cause this block ain't nothing like Broadway
Revenge is sweeter than sorbet
You all become believers
Once this heaters in your face
Just a part of my feng shui
Ya'll don't want no part of the gun spray
I would hate to pull it and one stray
That's where the innocents by stand
We trapped inside these tenements like damn
Why mama tryna 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
Trap you can't sell in

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