Troublemakers (feat. Raekwon, Redman & Method Man)

[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

[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'