Geto Boys - Making Trouble Lyrics
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    Making Trouble

    [Juke Box & Johnny C]
    The name describes the background, and it describes it well
    There's so much trouble in our life, we got a story to tell
    Just like time, we did the crime, and had the cops so sick
    They tried to catch us, nuthin' happened, cause we're much too slick
    I'm Juke Box, the back-breaker, pose a threat on your life
    I slice you up, like Freddy Krueger, lyrics sharp like a knife
    And I'm Johnny C the Prince of rhymin', imitators die
    You know why? Boy, it's the vengeance of my rappin' ally
    He's Ready Red, the top contender, other boys who oppose
    So catch the square, and he'll be there, and he'll break your nose
    We're makin' trouble

    That's right, we're makin' trouble

    I've got an Uzi in my hand and I'm in command
    I run the nation, say what, Take out the Ku-Klux Klan
    I got 'em scared to walk the street after it gets dark
    And play con on your sister at Tuffly Park
    We're makin' trouble

    That's right, we're makin' trouble

    Boy, I saw your Filas, say what, And I was on cloud nine
    I said Box, busted out, I got to make those mine
    I jacked you up off your feet, I snatched out your strings
    Size 10, and just right for me to do my thing
    We're makin' trouble

    That's right, we're makin' trouble

    I, what, broke out the store window, with a crime on his mind
    With no thoughts or assumption, word, of doin' the time
    The cop screamed, boy freeze! .45 in his hand
    I dropped the VCR, broke out and ran
    I stole the jams off your car, and now it's up on blocks
    I snatched the emblem off your Caddy, boy, and you're red hot
    We're makin' trouble

    That's right, we're makin' trouble

    Now for all you small timers, we got to make you slob
    'Cause we not only steal cars, homeboy, we also rob
    I robbed a store to get a dollar, I snatched a purse, the lady hollered
    Then the cops come to my door, and snatch me up right by the collar
    And now they're takin' me to jail, yo-yo, a man-made hell
    But from behind the steel bars, we could never prevail
    The Ghetto Boys are trouble makers, cold common thugs
    Tearin' down the neighborhood, but we don't do drugs
    We're makin' trouble

    That's right, we're makin' trouble

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