Worries

Lyrics

[Chorus: Cella Dwellas] Trouble again when The Dwellas performing Worries again when The Dwellas come skating, hey! [Verse 1: Phantasm] Ayo, it's the Tall Man from the group The Cella Dwellas I rock rough and stuff, but no "Afro Puff" Y'all better start learning, to whom it's concerning My style makes niggas vexed like Mississippi Burning All these wack MCs trying to be O-Dog in Menace II Society At my shows, eyeing me That's when I get possessed by the gods like Raiden The Panamanian Tasmanian, AKs like an Arabian Move the lady and the baby, and I get kind of crazy and Shady and when I flex the .380 and Niggas got no wins, crush 'em like Wheat Thins Peace to all the shorties that ever hit me off with skins When I'm fed, there's bloodshed by the liter No Impala, 850 Coupe a two-seater And mira, mira, man, don't sleep One love to my all peeps that rest in peace [Verse 2: U.G.] Ayo, hey, my four-pound blows foes down from the rooftop Stay in "Trouble" like 2Pac, pack two Glocks With dum-dums and hollow tips, some swallow shit Others get grazed, others burn and causing a blaze Bruh, underground gets down for his or blind kids By putting Krazy Glue on their eyelids So, act like po' and get low When you hear the ch-ch blow-blow or the "booyah!" Bring it to your chest, hit your cardiac muscle, where's the party at? Hustle a bus stop, the rest stop, might come from MTA Many men bit dust when the MAC spit When the track hits, the DAT split from the fat shit [Chorus: Cella Dwellas] Trouble again when The Dwellas performing Worries again when The Dwellas come skating, hey! Trouble again when The Dwellas performing Worries again when The Dwellas come skating, hey! [Verse 3: Phantasm] You better prepare for warfare in the Brooklyn streets Don't big up your chest or fake jacks 'Cause MACs is what I run to, then gun through bodies Niggas die for cash, cause is hotties Gotti's the Italian stallion I wanna be like Me and U.G. ride tracks like ninja bikes Watch your ass, fruit cake, Cella Dwellas lurking Name ain't Anthony, but the shank is still Perkin' Out my boots, got mad troops In my ride I want a sunroof and stash place to make a gun poof From the keystone cops who get no props For these soldier toys, trying to be rough like corduroys If you want the drama, caps get peeled like that It's real like that for crab niggas who squeal like that And chit-chat behind my back and lie bare-faced Them kind of tricks I wait to vict' on the staircase [Verse 4: U.G.] Yo, show Bad News like The Bears "Where's My Homiez?" like Ill and Al My killer style gets the checks (Checks) so I can pay the bills (Bills) To get the deals (Deals), run up in chicks named Beverly Hills, 9-0-2-1-0, the duo Dynamic, so push the panic Button, how U.G. be the emcee you can't See like the Muppet Babies' nanny The man be sticking niggas for grands "Shouldn't be walking in the dark alley, man," Like Chris Tucker, Schick razor in the wristband Riff and I'll open your nostrils like Dristan Box, so stop the screwing (What?!?) and bad looks (Looks) Don't tempt me to let the four-four empty [Chorus: Cella Dwellas] Trouble again when The Dwellas performing Worries again when The Dwellas come skating, hey! [Outro: Phantasm] Cella Dwellas in the house! You're now gonna die! We're coming correct every time! 19-haha-95! Cella Dwellas coming through What you gonna do when we're coming for you? Haha, ha, gotta laugh