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    Troublemakers

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      Lyrics for Ghostface Killah - "Troublemakers"

      We in the cabin playing backgammon
      Gorilla monster slam this ? messiah try us you will die son
      Green medicine blow veterans
      Run an Adidas store six more velours draws feather skin
      Hair cutted up hollering
      Seven through 3 sixes know we hate a devil where your ? my dick
      Can't stand the others side niggas know we rich we color guys
      New suck your mother true lullabies
      Gangsta Evereadys take off my shirt no batteries nigga
      Just one mean magnum killa
      Snowmobiles jetting out the timber
      Feel their altitude yo I can't breathe check the splendor
      Brazilian honey dip I'm on my writing game nigga
      Times is roughing Timberland cuffing
      Won me a G up off to Rio
      Hope we can pull it back my throat my only weapon blow the beat up

      Stuff pillow bags in the rat holes
      Reduce that fagot ass nigga who wanna jump like frog to a tadpole
      Gag it up sliding through the E.R.
      Batted up a tube in your dick you can't piss when standing up
      Hands is shaking doctors is taking to operating
      Now you might not live so they start debating
      You in bad shape
      And your neck of New York your slithering ways labeled you a bad snake
      Smash bait eight stab holes in your shoulder blade
      You wildin' on the stretcher and shit, they tryin to 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 bowlegged spot where your rocks now
      You ain't moving no crack use your move that's wrap
      After you lay up in that morgue I'm a fuck your back
      Yeah nigga die slow with your smirk on
      Night night lights dimming down get your murk on
      Later I'll see you in hell get your burn on
      Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on

      My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
      My eyes looking like I learn how to sky dive
      The world is yours there's rules you abide by
      Ride with the fly guy on I 9 5
      They said a nigga returned but I never left
      I told Big L through me he could resurrect
      I'm that nigga like Puff and 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 Eminem's I need a Relapse
      And bitches grab my mic give me feedback
      Reggie you a asshole baby I'll be back
      I get cocky when the beat pumping
      You know you doing it when your tire lip rubbing
      I keep a freak and I call her chicken meat
      Cause this Superbad nigga, she McLovin

      Fiends get killed in my hallways we parle
      My feet been killing me all day
      Your boy down for life like them killers in Rahway
      It's all work and no play
      Cause this block is nothing like Broadway
      Revenge is sweeter that sorbet
      You all become believers when this heaters in your face
      Just a part of my function
      Y'all don't want no part of the gun spray
      I would hate to pull it in one stray
      That's where the innocence by stand
      We're trapped inside these tenements like damn
      Why mama try'na feed us this spiced ham
      Connects try'na cheat us with light grams
      Co-defendents try to lighten they sentence snitching to white man
      Turn states evidence fam we ain't gelling
      Felons ain't felons no more they straight telling
      Ain't nothing worst than a rat you can't smellin'
      And ain't nothing worst than a trap you can't sell in
      (Uh-Huh)

      SONGWRITERS:
      DUTTON, JAKE / NOBLE, REGGIE / SMITH, CLIFFORD / WOODS, COREY / COLES, DENNIS
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