Troublemakers
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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We in the cabin playing backgammon
Gorilla monster slam this ? messiah try us you will die son
Green medicine blow veterans
Run an Adidas store six more velours draws feather skin
Hair cutted up hollering
Seven through 3 sixes know we hate a devil where your ? my dick
Can't stand the others side niggas know we rich we color guys
New suck your mother true lullabies
Gangsta Evereadys take off my shirt no batteries nigga
Just one mean magnum killa
Snowmobiles jetting out the timber
Feel their altitude yo I can't breathe check the splendor
Brazilian honey dip I'm on my writing game nigga
Times is roughing Timberland cuffing
Won me a G up off to Rio
Hope we can pull it back my throat my only weapon blow the beat up

Stuff pillow bags in the rat holes
Reduce that fagot ass nigga who wanna jump like frog to a tadpole
Gag it up sliding through the E.R.
Batted up a tube in your dick you can't piss when standing up
Hands is shaking doctors is taking to operating
Now you might not live so they start debating
You in bad shape
And your neck of New York your slithering ways labeled you a bad snake
Smash bait eight stab holes in your shoulder blade
You wildin' on the stretcher and shit, they tryin to hold your legs
Nah don't hold his legs
Tell that bitch ass nigga to chill put something in his meat like bolognese
Got gophers that sleep in the woods Carhartt down
Padlock your bowlegged spot where your rocks now
You ain't moving no crack use your move that's wrap
After you lay up in that morgue I'm a fuck your back
Yeah nigga die slow with your smirk on
Night night lights dimming down get your murk on
Later I'll see you in hell get your burn on
Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on

My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
My eyes looking like I learn how to sky dive
The world is yours there's rules you abide by
Ride with the fly guy on I 9 5
They said a nigga returned but I never left
I told Big L through me he could resurrect
I'm that nigga like Puff and 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 Eminem's I need a Relapse
And bitches grab my mic give me feedback
Reggie you a asshole baby I'll be back
I get cocky when the beat pumping
You know you doing it when your tire lip rubbing
I keep a freak and I call her chicken meat
Cause this Superbad nigga, she McLovin

Fiends get killed in my hallways we parle
My feet been killing me all day
Your boy down for life like them killers in Rahway
It's all work and no play
Cause this block is nothing like Broadway
Revenge is sweeter that sorbet
You all become believers when this heaters in your face
Just a part of my function
Y'all don't want no part of the gun spray
I would hate to pull it in one stray
That's where the innocence by stand
We're trapped inside these tenements like damn
Why mama try'na feed us this spiced ham
Connects try'na cheat us with light grams
Co-defendents try to lighten they sentence snitching to white man
Turn states evidence fam we ain't gelling
Felons ain't felons no more they straight telling
Ain't nothing worst than a rat you can't smellin'




And ain't nothing worst than a trap you can't sell in
(Uh-Huh)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Ghostface Killah's song Troublemakers are dense and packed with imagery and references to violence, drug culture, and general anti-social behavior. The song seems to be a general boast by Ghostface Killah and his associates about their dangerous and illegal lives, and their general disdain for authority and society as a whole. The first verse opens with a scene of backgammon being played, but quickly turns to aggressive language about killing anyone who opposes them. They boast about their drug use and sexual conquests, as well as their material wealth. The second verse takes a more violent turn, describing in detail how the group would torture and kill someone who crossed them. They also touch on themes of police and legal corruption, and the idea that many people in their lives are willing to betray them for their own gain.


There are a few possible interpretations of the themes and imagery in Troublemakers. At its core, the song is clearly a celebration of gangster culture and the lifestyles of those who engage in it. Many of the lines are simply boasts about illegal or antisocial behavior, without much deeper meaning. However, there are a few moments where Ghostface Killah seems to be reflecting on the harsh realities of life in the ghetto, and the challenges faced by those trying to survive in such a hostile environment. The references to police corruption and betrayal by friends and associates speak to a deeper sense of disillusionment and distrust with the world around them.


Overall, Troublemakers is a complex and intense song that offers a window into the world of gangster rap and the culture that surrounds it. While there are some disturbing themes and messages in the lyrics, there are also glimpses of real humanity and struggle that give the song a depth that goes beyond mere posturing and bravado.


Line by Line Meaning

We in the cabin playing backgammon
We're hanging out in a cabin, playing the board game Backgammon


Gorilla monster slam this ? messiah try us you will die son
Be careful, we're tough guys who will not back down from a challenge


Green medicine blow veterans
We're smoking weed and getting high, and we know what we're doing


Run an Adidas store six more velours draws feather skin
We have expensive tastes and wear fashionable clothing


Hair cutted up hollering
We're feeling good and having a good time


Seven through 3 sixes know we hate a devil where your ? my dick
We don't like evil people, and we're not afraid to say it


Can't stand the others side niggas know we rich we color guys
We're successful and wealthy, and we know it


New suck your mother true lullabies
We're not scared to speak our minds and say it like it is


Gangsta Evereadys take off my shirt no batteries nigga
We're ready for anything, like a battery that never runs out


Just one mean magnum killa
I'm a tough and deadly guy


Snowmobiles jetting out the timber
We're having a good time, riding snowmobiles through the forest


Feel their altitude yo I can't breathe check the splendor
The view is amazing, but it's also hard to breathe because of the high altitude


Brazilian honey dip I'm on my writing game nigga
I'm focused on my craft, writing lyrics and making music


Times is roughing Timberland cuffing
It's tough out here, and we have to take care of ourselves


Won me a G up off to Rio
I won some money and am going to Rio de Janeiro to have a good time


Hope we can pull it back my throat my only weapon blow the beat up
I hope we can succeed and make things happen, and I'll use my skills to make great music


Stuff pillow bags in the rat holes
We're trying to block off places where rats might come in


Reduce that fagot ass nigga who wanna jump like frog to a tadpole
We're not afraid of people who talk tough and act like they're tough, and we'll put them in their place


Gag it up sliding through the E.R.
We're violent and willing to hurt others


Batted up a tube in your dick you can't piss when standing up
We're hurting people badly, so badly they can't even urinate standing up


Hands is shaking doctors is taking to operating
We've hurt someone so badly that doctors are rushing to operate on them


Now you might not live so they start debating
The person we hurt is in serious danger, and the doctors are trying to figure out if they can save them


You in bad shape
The person we hurt is in very bad condition


And your neck of New York your slithering ways labeled you a bad snake
We didn't like this person to begin with, and now we've hurt them badly


Smash bait eight stab holes in your shoulder blade
We've stabbed this person multiple times in the back


You wildin' on the stretcher and shit, they tryin to hold your legs
Even though we've hurt this person badly, they're still struggling and resisting


Nah don't hold his legs
We don't want anyone to help or comfort the person we've hurt


Tell that bitch ass nigga to chill put something in his meat like bolognese
We want this person to calm down and stop fighting, so we'll give them drugs or something to make them more cooperative


Got gophers that sleep in the woods Carhartt down
We're rugged and tough, like wild animals that sleep in the woods


Padlock your bowlegged spot where your rocks now
We're trying to block off a spot where drugs or other contraband might be kept


You ain't moving no crack use your move that's wrap
You're not going to be able to sell any drugs here anymore


After you lay up in that morgue I'm a fuck your back
We're so angry and hateful that we'll even want to violate this person's dead body after they're gone


Yeah nigga die slow with your smirk on
We want this person to suffer and die slowly, so we can enjoy their pain


Night night lights dimming down get your murk on
It's getting dark, and we're getting ready to commit a serious crime


Later I'll see you in hell get your burn on
We're so angry and hateful that we'll even want to attack this person in the afterlife


Filled with the embalming fluid get your sherm on
We're so crazy and twisted that we're even willing to smoke embalming fluid to get high


My sherm on in the hood when I ride by
I'm high on embalming fluid as I ride through the neighborhood


My eyes looking like I learn how to sky dive
My eyes are bloodshot and glazed over from the drugs


The world is yours there's rules you abide by
We're trying to take control of our surroundings and live on our own terms


Ride with the fly guy on I 9 5
I'm driving with a cool and stylish companion on the highway


They said a nigga returned but I never left
People thought I left, but I'm still here and still relevant


I told Big L through me he could resurrect
I'm carrying on the legacy of my friend and fellow rapper Big L


I'm that nigga like Puff and L.O.X.
I'm a powerful and influential figure, like rapper Puff Daddy and his group The L.O.X.


I took one L and life is still double X
I suffered one loss, but I'm still going strong and living large


Brick City where I breathe all the trees at
I live and breathe hip-hop, like the streets of Brick City, New Jersey


The E's in Eminem's I need a Relapse
I love rapper Eminem's music, especially his album 'Relapse'


And bitches grab my mic give me feedback
I'm a talented rapper, and women love my music


Reggie you a asshole baby I'll be back
People might call me names like 'asshole', but I still come back and succeed


I get cocky when the beat pumping
I get confident and show off when the music is playing


You know you doing it when your tire lip rubbing
You know you're a success when your car's tires are rubbing against the car's body


I keep a freak and I call her chicken meat
I have a sexual partner, and I refer to her as 'chicken meat'


Cause this Superbad nigga, she McLovin
I'm a cool and confident guy, and my partner is happy to be with me


Fiends get killed in my hallways we parle
Drug addicts might die in my neighborhood, but we still hang out and socialize


My feet been killing me all day
I've been out and about all day, and my feet are sore


Your boy down for life like them killers in Rahway
I'm loyal and committed, like the killers in Rahway State Prison


It's all work and no play
Life is tough and we're always busy


Cause this block is nothing like Broadway
Our neighborhood is harsh and gritty, unlike the glamour of Broadway


Revenge is sweeter that sorbet
I enjoy getting back at people who have wronged me


You all become believers when this heaters in your face
People are afraid of me when I'm holding a gun to their face


Just a part of my function
Being violent and intimidating is just part of who I am


Y'all don't want no part of the gun spray
No one wants to get caught in the crossfire of my gun


I would hate to pull it in one stray
I don't want to accidentally hit the wrong person with my gun


That's where the innocence by stand
Innocent people might get hurt, just by standing nearby


We're trapped inside these tenements like damn
We feel stuck and hopeless, living in these cramped and run-down apartments


Why mama try'na feed us this spiced ham
We're poor and struggling, and our mother can only afford to buy cheap, low-quality food like spiced ham


Connects try'na cheat us with light grams
Drug dealers are trying to cheat us by selling us less-than-full bags of drugs


Co-defendents try to lighten they sentence snitching to white man
Our friends and accomplices are trying to avoid facing the full consequences of their actions by telling the authorities about our crimes


Turn states evidence fam we ain't gelling
People are turning against each other and betraying one another, and it's tearing us apart


Felons ain't felons no more they straight telling
People who used to be criminals and trustworthy are now betraying others and talking to the authorities


Ain't nothing worst than a rat you can't smellin'
The worst kind of betrayer is someone who pretends to be your friend or ally, while secretly working against you


And ain't nothing worst than a trap you can't sell in
We're stuck and helpless, unable to escape from our situation




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Written by: JAKE DUTTON, REGGIE NOBLE, CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, DENNIS COLES

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