Troublemakers

[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 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 [Ghostface Killah] 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'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 burn on Filled with embalming fluid, get your sherm 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 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 Cuz this Superbad nigga, she McLovin' [Method Man] 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, cuz 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 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 trap you can't sell in