Problem

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lyte] Show up where you live ho Send 'em in your crib-o My killers ain't little, size of a hippo (what?) Stretched like a limo, turnt to a cripple Give no fucks, turn this wife to a widow (sorry) Bimbo puttin' out a kiddo I'ma get this motherfucker poppin' like a pimple Spark it like a Zippo, target is your temple When I get to busting with the biscuit better limbo It's simple, no lip ho, I'll rock you like Kimball I heard that you've been talking reckless (agh, reckless) Keep playing with me boy that's a death wish (agh) I'ma bring your whole block down like Tetris (agh) Let this marinate in yo head, it is a beast Fuck what you say, got a fetish for beef He ain't doing shit! Say it again and I'll end this, capisce? No peace so please hold these nuts Never been scared of the police once (nope) Hanging these motherfuckers like trophy bucks Eat 'em and shit 'em out like Yoshi's lunch I'ma show these chumps, no bitch in my blood Yes you a pest! Boxelder bug And I stay with the metal like a welder does And I'm bustin' off shots like Elmer Fudd (hahahaha) Or Marvin the Martian ham Squeeze that clip 'till the carbon jam (ten hut!) Yes I'm in charge, I'm the sergeant, fam After the green like a Spartan fan When the cartridge slam and your cartilage rip (rragh) Soon as I spark this bitch, my target hit Beg your pardon bitch, you don't want to start this shit (start this shit) [Chorus: Lyte] Bitch we hella deep! See we mobbin' with a bunch And you don't want this beef! It ain't no problem to get touched Better watch how you speak! 'Cause you doin' way too much And we really in these streets! Get that smoke like a Dutch And that's the last straw and I'ma smash y'all 'Cause y'all don't want it with me (don't want it with me) 'Cause I'm a problem, I'm a problem I'm a problem (problem, problem) You gon' see [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] I'm a problem, boy, I be with the shit They want to figure me out like arithmetic So when I pull up on 'em niggas quick to split When I click click niggas be shitting bricks Risk-Risk-Risking it (risking it), I be taking chances Don't do loans, don't do advances Rather lay a nigga cold on the canvas Me and Wes killing from Cleveland to Kansas When I brandish niggas vanish They confused 'cause they can't understand this How I manage, I'm a savage damage I'm a natural, they can't plan this Should've known better than to follow with the OG Nigga think he know me but he really don't know me All up in my business making moves on the low-key Not my friend, you are not my homie, homie Type of nigga keep a rocket in his pocket Niggas mouths' running like a leaky ass faucet Speaking on my name get you laid in the coffin Playing silly games will make you a target Raw shit, hard shit, how you want to call it? Burner is a problem who wanna solve it? None of that buster shit I'm involved with Just don't trust a trick, that's real boss shit [Chorus: Lyte] Bitch we hella deep! See we mobbin' with a bunch And you don't want this beef! It ain't no problem to get touched Better watch how you speak! 'Cause you doin' way too much And we really in these streets! Get that smoke like a Dutch And that's the last straw and I'ma smash y'all 'Cause y'all don't want it with me (don't want it with me) 'Cause I'm a problem, I'm a problem I'm a problem (problem, problem) You gon' see [Verse 3: Stevie Stone] You enjoying your karma You heartless, a bother, rage and dishonor (dishonor) Only way we can solve it, faded apartments I'm blazing your garments Yeah! Big dog when I come 'round (What?) 50 deep, we can breeze through (skrrt) Real niggas don't talk much, but I can't wait 'til I see you (huh) Small talk can get yo head cracked I be hands on, that how we do (yeah) All my niggas they be all active and all black and here's a preview We can get you hit up (huh), dry nigga wet up (wet up) Bet y'all niggas are bound, we never let up (yeah) Slapped y'all niggas around, you can't get up (yeah) Bad bitch sitting around, you get set up Move cautious! If it's beef I'ma come real deep On the street, light niggas won't like it This round trip priceless Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! [Chorus: Lyte] Bitch we hella deep! See we mobbin' with a bunch And you don't want this beef! It ain't no problem to get touched Better watch how you speak! 'Cause you doin' way too much And we really in these streets! Get that smoke like a Dutch And that's the last straw and I'ma smash y'all 'Cause y'all don't want it with me