Troublemakers Lyrics - Apollo Kids - Ghostface Killah

[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 

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[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'