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Trouble Shooters
[Verse 1:Ill Bill]
We them trouble shooters in bubble gooses, hit you with double Rugers Sell me Rugers, guns and goon flicks, we run this goon shit Slit your throat and fuck you with pool sticks, too sick Super gruesome, intrusive and abusive, shoot you with Uzis Ill Bill, Cult Leader aka the ultimate assassin Show you how to turn a broken cellphone into a ratchet Veterans of stone, venomous and cold Terrorists with messages of chrome, settlements explode Apocalyptic faceoff, Babel to Bilderberg Witch's curse, pistols burst, incestuous sisters flirt, seduce you with Lucifer's church Crucify you, kiss the dirt Information is power now put that shit to work Let the light be revealed from the triple stage darkness to the seven seals Ebbets Field forever real, rebels kill, devils fill your glass with forbidden fruit Hidden truth, Vikings drink blood, gangsters drink gin and juice I'm surrounded by preachers of porn, preachers of war Leeches and whores, billionaires with features of wolves, the creeps and the crawls Reach in the drawer, touch my enemies with a sword Put them in their place, represent the deceased with a cause With a silver dollar left behind to lay on his eyes For the boatman at the River Styx to pay for his ride Saudi businessmen from terror era, American summer homes While W lay nude in the coffin for Skull and Bones Unatoned, never dumb though, he played the villain Dumber people think you are the more surprised they are he killed them
[Verse 2: Sick Jacken]
A never-ending war descending us all, epitome of enemy brawls Send you to Hell and through Heavenly doors Lebanese arms to sever the Devil, Heavenly cause The deadly spar immortalized in felony bars The melody's dark cause of the death metal he brought ? the 17th block Yeah the streets got a lot of heart and soul And the sick sider make the block hotter than Hell Fucking with my mind is not a game The sick and infamous is born insane You do it wrong and they respond with pain Heroin vein, the big stick, they're all the same Homeland terror got named, the federal came So it's troubleshoot, reprogram cannons to damage jaws Banned hammers from shooting bandanas and camouflage We killed the man for status Or dead president mathematics And now we shake the fans trying to get at it
[Verse 3: Sean Price]
I was a small crack packing to the wall jack ? All swollen on parole, now I'm back black rapping Soon as I came home I went to my man crib He give me a quarter-brick, get it how you live Mama I want to sing, mama I got to sling The ? trips made a nigga feel like a king Bling bling, carats on my neck now Carats in the cup after doing ten sets Been fresh since Brandy was fucking with Ronday And brown Macy bags used to cover the Conway Matter fact dude ? was fucking with Charlene I wrote my first rhyme ? every bar's mean Sean Price, the best rapper in New York Plus forty-nine states, nigga my rhyme great Primate, Sean Don Cordillius It's maximum stupidity, ? My gift of gab is a gift from God I will get you stabbed and get you robbed (P)
[Verse 4: OC]
? Sean Price didn't give it as a gift on some Brooklyn shit Cracked the box with gemstar then tossed the ox Slip on my Nike Shox, snatch a Guinness from ice box Michael Jai White, felony spawn, hell if I'm gone Fuck atonement for my sins, enemies I'm coming for em, on the run like Lucas Preventing niggas from reproducing heirs to thrones so I cut short your feature Soliloquies are chaos, trouble shooters what they are Bill send you commission for facilitating the séance My man sick ? corridor too His game of death levels does not include ? One thing for sure is a foot in the chest Like ? black sage, arms crossed So goes the process of elimination Bound, gagged, and wired up for detonation
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