Problems

Lyrics

[Intro: T.I. & Mac Boney] Uhh, yah! Hah, hah, hah, yeah (Hah!) Fuck y'all niggas want with a nigga like me man? (Hahahahaha) Eat you niggas for dinner, I'm a winner partner Hah! [Chorus: Mac Boney] Don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems Nigga, don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems [Verse 1: T.I.] I got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes Steady talkin tough, I bet you ain't gon' buck though I'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight I ain't ridin' with that fire? Shawty, sure you right Pow! Me slip like how? On the low between us, I'm strapped right now Yeah, Fed case ain't nothing to me I'm a headcase, know that when you run into me Get money, every G you make, it like a hundred to me I'm Fred Sanford, son these niggas, they big dummies to me Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play Have ya head in my hallway for 100K [Pre-Chorus: T.I.] If you know it or you don't, nigga, this ain't what you want Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home If you know it or you don't, nigga, this ain't what you want Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo' dome? [Chorus: Mac Boney] Don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems Nigga, don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems [Verse 2: B.o.B] It's funny how niggas get hype when they get on stage with a mic You know I see 'em, bitin' the style, cool They still can't deliver it right I've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype What's that like? They ain't really 'bout that life They ain't really 'bout that life No lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores Hit her with the hammer like Thor This ain't no Ford, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before Opened up the suicide doors Like I jumped out the window of the 25th floor Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword Cut my umbilical chord See I'm headin' where you ain't never been We are not the same and that's evident I make flexin' just look so effortless Hit that celery 'til I'm hella bent See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate And they ain't hesitant, not at all For a nigga with a proper drawl She give me that box like a post office dropped it off And that's real [Pre-Chorus: T.I.] If you know it or you don't, nigga, this ain't what you want Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home If you know it or you don't, nigga, this ain't what you want Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo' dome? [Chorus: Mac Boney] Don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems Nigga, don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems [Verse 3: Problem] Yeah, no, TIP, I got these hoes Live big way, got a sake pose Carpeted up like way a lady's flows Nigga you a bitch, where ya lady clothes? Put 'em all now Real nigga act, you better put it now You better go for the Oscar cause impostors Will get whack niggas, that's mobsters (What?) That ain't playing that Niggas wanna sleep, I lay 'em down Shinin', you see the ring-a-round? No recess in this circle, we don't play around With my zig-zags, I J it down in this motherfucker real quick Life be a bitch, well I'm gon' serve her this big dick Boy, this Compton, Diamond Lane, me and y'all, it's not the same Same nigga without the game, keep shit, it ain't potty trained Big bucks like a shotty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain Big stripes like referees, but homeboy, this is not a game So, break bread with the real bruh (What?) And make sure you live life 'til it kill ya (What?) Drop another molly in my tequila (What?) 'Til my life and my dreams look familiar [Chorus: Mac Boney] Don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems Nigga, don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems [Verse 4: Trae tha Truth] 'Bout the drama, I'm back nigga Still the king and that's a fact nigga Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga, that's one deep, no pact nigga Bad boy, no act nigga, no internet but I'm at niggas New McLaren all black nigga That's front and center like Shaq nigga In the game but don't play round Try this shit with me, you get layed down I stick and move, I don't stay round Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound I don't talk the talk, I just run shit How you think you me but ain't done shit? Could go bananas on some shit, I keep a team on that dumb shit I keep a strap that just might clap, money low and I might trap Yeah I'm on it, fuck my opponent, he run up on me, I might snap Got me feelin' like fuck 'em, I'm face to face, I don't duck 'em My heat in hand, I don't tuck 'em, I don't body bag 'em, I stuff 'em With hot shit, hot shit, yeah I'm talkin bout hot shit With heavy metal, I rock shit to show I'm 'bout but you not shit I go for real, just ask TIP, I green light my quick trip Six niggas hoppin' out one whip Go to reconstructing your whole whip [Chorus: Mac Boney] Don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems Nigga, don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems [Verse 5: Young Dro] I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner Bitch leave me, I'ma take everything from her Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama Let me find out you layin' on me for riches Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen Warming your eyeballs on the stove, the other missin' I think his head exploded, that nigga teeth in the dishes Hey when you learned that at partner? I learned this shit in the trenches I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions 4-4 deuce cutlass, deuce Budniks extensions Hey you can't hustle on nan' street 'til KT gave you permission Hustle Gang! [Pre-Chorus: T.I.] If you know it or you don't, nigga, this ain't what you want Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home If you know it or you don't, nigga, this ain't what you want Think cause I went to prison I won't put that pistol to yo' dome? [Chorus: Mac Boney] Don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems Nigga, don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems