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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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