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Ghostface Killah
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Troublemakers
作词:Dennis Coles, Jacob Dutton, Reggie Noble, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods
For real? Can I get a juice, Lord? Yeah, yeah, yeah, squad niggas, boy, for real Uh, huh, for real, man, word, open the door, man Hustle flow shit, yeah, aiyo, pass the cigar, Lord Come on, man, stop playing, man
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
Hair cutted 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 Snow mobiles 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
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 tryna 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, yous a moving ass rat After you lay up in that morgue, I'mma fuck your back
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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
My sherm on in the hood when I ride by My eyes looking like I learned how to sky dive 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 'Cause this super bad nigga, she McLovin'
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 'cause 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 Y'all 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 tryna feed us this spiced ham Connects tryna 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'
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