Method Man - Troublemakers lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Forreal? Can I get a juice, lord? Yeah, yeah... yeah, squad n***as boy, forreal Uh-huh, forreal, man, word, open the door, man Hustle flow sh**, yeah, aiyo, pa** 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, n***as know we rich, we color guys Loose up your mother, true lullabies Gangsta ever readies, take off my shirt, no batteries, n***a Just one mean magnum k**er 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, n***a 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 k**ah] Stuff Brillo pads in the rat holes, reduce that f*ggot a** n***a 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 sh**, they trynna hold your legs Nah don't hold his legs, tell that b**h a** n***a 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 a** rat After you lay up in that morgue, I'mma f** your back Yeah, n***a, 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 n***a return, but I never left I told Big L through me, he could resurrect I'm that n***a 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 b**hes, grab my mic, give me feedback Reggie you an a**hole, baby I be that Yeah, I get co*ky 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 n***a, she McLovin' [Method Man] Fiends get k**ed in my hallways, we parlay My feet been k**ing me all day Your boy down for lot, like them k**as 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