Troublemakers

Forreal Can I get a juice lord

Yeah yeah yeah squad niggas boy forreal

Forreal 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

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

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 f**k 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

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'

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'