• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Problem - Method Man
• Problem - The Living End
• Problem - Jackyl
• Problem - DJ Khaled
• Problem - Beanie Sigel
• Problem - Remy Zero
• Problem - The Fall Of Troy
• Problem - Brazilian Girls
• Problem - Natalia Kills
• Problem - Ten Times A Day
• Problem - Sulpher
• Knock It Out - Problem
• The B Stands For Beautiful - Problem
• Potion (feat. E-40 & Bad Lucc) - Problem
• My Last Molly Song Ever I Promise (ft. Gunplay & Trinidad James) - Problem
• Understand Me - Problem
• Chachi's Revenge - Problem
• 100 Grand - Problem
• Roll Up (ft. T.i. & Snoop Dogg) - Problem
• Bout Mine (ft. Wiz Khalifa) - Problem
• Like Whaaat (remix) (ft. Wiz Khalifa, Chris Brown, Tyga & Master P) - Problem
• My Ex - Problem
• Problem - Skarpretter
• Problem - Erin Bowman
• Problem - Fall Of Troy

You don't want no problems, problems
You don't want no problems, problems
Yeah... real man... with ya stinkin' ass
Come on... that's my nigga right there... let's do it
Never count me out, nigga, just count me in... yeah...
Look, I ain't came to bone these chicks
Not this time, I got a bone to pick, I got a zone to pick
Now, who that nigga in the zone and shit
Back in the building like he own the bitch, nobody cold as this
If I ain't got it, then it don't exist
I spit that bird flu, my flows is sick, I'm still as ill as they come
Protect Ya Neck, when you dealing with them
Now Erick stick a fork in him, he done, hah
It boggles the mind, like try'nna 'ketchup' to a bottle of Heinz
It's like forensics try'nna follow the crime, they want time
And sometime, a nigga had to swallow them dimes
While 85 percent swallowing swine, see
Wherever he roam, it's all gravy, man, whatever he hone
Long as I got myself a Marilyn loan, phillies are better chrome
If there's a problem, nigga, let it be known
And while I sleep, my bitch be checkin' my phone, cause I'm a problem, nigga
Ease up, or put them g's up
Scream at ya frog, nigga leap up (now who got a problem with that?)
They need to beast up, nigga, speak up or
Forever hold they peace up (if they got a problem with that)
Hey you (don't want no problem nigga) Hey you (don't want no problem nigga)
Hey you (don't want no problem nigga) Hey you (don't want no problem nigga)
Hey you ("Believe, what I say, when I tell ya" - DMX sample)
Yeah, you, nigga, you don't want no problem with that
Look, my Clan all one in the same
Until my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga
Like Billy Danze, I be running with "Fame"
Me and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life
Hard body, another day in the life
Credit his momma now for raising him right, just want the people to know
I'm bout to blow, like I'm shaking the dice
Making me mad? Nah, y'all making me right, cause y'all was taking me light
So let my pen talk and say what he like
And have the court system say and indict, I'm O.J. on the mic
Liquid plumber, I be laying the pipe
And if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight
Not only raising on the price, on M.C.'ing, but I'm raising the bar
And if you scary, nigga, wait in the car
Motherfuckers I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonaise jars
Purple haze, Cuban layed cigars, I'm a problem, nigga
E, you know I'm just like that
Big baller nigga, just like Shaq, so come on, niggaz
If they bust, I better bust right back
Meth spit it from the gut, like *gunshot* man down
I'm that dude, hands down, stare down
I'm past due, for Cash Rule, y'all can't clown
I'm bank now, your ass lose, nothing but rhyme

You never seem to know what's right
Stuck in a fight but there's nobody else just you
You're standing there alone again
Just like a child without a friend
It's not my problem anymore
If you don't know what's going on
It's not my problem anymore
So don't come crying to me
When the weight begins to fall
Your standing in a crowded room this is your life
But there's nobody who'll see you

You want the truth
You want the truth
In my hands I hold a problem
It has a will
It has a mind of its own
I got a problem
(Problem)
As it stands
I got a problem
(Problem)
In my hands
You want the truth
You want the truth
In my hands I hold the key to love
Out of my hands it's gonna come to me
It's on its own
I got a problem
(Problem)
As it stands
I got a problem
(Problem)
In my hands
And in the morning you just told the son
That is the way that things are done
I'll take myself into my own confidence
It won't take long in my hands
You want the truth
You want the truth
Out of my hands it's gonna come to me
It's on its own
I got a problem
(Problem)
As it stands
I got a problem
(Problem)
In my hands
I got a problem
(Problem)
As it stands
I got a problem
(Problem)
In my hands

B. Sig in the muthafucka holla at cha boy
Yea Beat Novakane aka Mr. Miami aka Get the Fuckin Job Done
Yea, when I copp its 4 doors I'm to big for a coup nigga
An when I go to war I don't get shot I just shoot niggas
An I don't trust a nigga as far as I can throw em
Even though I'm feeling strong enough I prolly can roof niggas
Yea, Ya boy back in the booth nigga
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
I beat the case so its off with the suits
Back to Fateegs, black tee’s an Timbaland boots Nigga
The year is new, I want my spot back take 2
Matter fact take the whole click who you know can fly by in the 05-06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
You know I still fuck with State P still fuck wit Dame Dash still fuck wit
Jay-Z
Still real steel still recognize real I still feel it in the air
We kill at will here
First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped
Now somethin going on wit the Roc
I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up
I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"
Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim
knocked?
I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell
An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop
Yo you gotta hole in you and you bleedin
So its not like I'm just callin you "Pussy" for no reason
Me? I'm a bastard I hit the blunts till I gotta cough then I pass em
Exhaust on the Ashton, that next choice you make might be ya last one
Shit that I needed stuck with me from the classroom
Real talk now, who's the King of New York now?
Boys got safe in the house, I gotta vault now
From my old grams still, wit my old fam still
Still gettin wireless head that's with no hands
Listen My grandma in compensation compares to yalls is way beyond
exist-ions
D-Block daddy new black Caddi comin through knockin Micheal McDonald and
Patty
P's of haze is still goin for 8 in the Nati
Rather have God arrest me then Satan ta bag me (Get Serious!)
I'll gladly involve ya moms, Al-Quada Jada I'm only involved with bombs
(Uh)
Put my life on it
soon as you put in the hot water all you gotta do is put the ice on it
I been givin to niggas for years I'm responsible for niggas careers
Muthafucka!
First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped
Now somethin going on wit the Roc
I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up
I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"
Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim
knocked?
I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell
An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop
Hold ya head up Cass don't stress wait a come on fast
Keep to yaself just try not ta come off ass
Cause these niggas ain't playin fair
You know stay on ya square, handle ya biz be the man you say you is
I always been that nigga I said I was
You get booked don't budge look at the judge
An stand up an man up an never play those games
Real niggas don't say no names
Yea its the DJ Khaled the Don Donnta the big dog pitbull the Terror
Squad-ion
aka the Beat Novakane I'ma problem my album drops june 6th LISTEEENNN!
First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped
Now somethin going on wit the Roc
I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up
I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"
Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim
knocked?
I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell
An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop
Yea, B. Sig fresh out the federal building, fresh on the bricks
Breathin that good air after doin a year and a day man holla at cha boy man
I want my spot back man for real man move over
the king is back to sit in his seat, Holla at cha boy nigga!

B-Sieg in this motherfucker holla at ya boy, yeahhh
Beat novacane, AKA Mr. Miami, AKA get the fuckin job done
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah..
When I cop it's 4 doors I'm too big for a coupe nigga
And when I go to war I don't get shot I just shoot niggas
And I don't trust a nigga far as I could throw him
Even though I'm feeling strong enough or probably can roof niggas
Yeah, ya boy back in the booth nigga
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
I beat the case so it's off the pursuits
Back in fatigues, black tees and Timberland boots nigga
The year is new I want my spot back
Take 2, matter fact take the whole clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazzyy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
[Chorus]
Now first Pac got got
Then Big clock stop
Now something going on with the Roc
I'm hearing shit about a breakup
The shit people make up
I'm like damn, when will it stop
Jay and Dame ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
And Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm waiting on some mail from the prof
[Jadakiss]
Uhh, Yo
You got a hole in you and you bleeding
So it's not like I'm just calling you pussy for no reason
Me I'm a bastard I hit the blunts 'til I gotta cough then I pass 'em
Exhaust on the Aston
That next choice you make might be your last one
Shit that I needed stuck with me from the classroom
Real talk now, who's the king of New York now
And boys got safes in the house I got a vault now
From my old grams, still with my old fams
Still getting wireless head that's with no hands
Listen, my grandma in composition
Compared to y'all is way beyond existence
D-Block daddy, new black Caddy
Coming through knocking Michael McDonald and Patty
P's a haze and still going for 8 in a natty
Rather have God arrest me than Satan embag me
Get serious I gladly envolve your moms
Alkeida, Jada, I'm only envolved with bombs, uh
Put my life on it
Soon as you sit it in the hot water all you gotta do is put the ice on it
I've been giving it to niggas for years
I'm responsible for niggas careers, mother fucker
[Chorus]
[Beanie Sigel]
Hold your head up Cass don't stress, weight'll come off fast
Keep to yourself, Just try not to come off fast
Cause these niggas ain't playing fair
You know stay on your square, handle the biz
Be the man you say you is
I always been that nigga I said I was
You get booked don't budge look at the judge and
Stand up and man up and never play those games

Inside you feel so tired
Your minds move too fast
Until you're knocked back on the ground
Feelings that linger around
Summer here and the sun will find you
Falling out with the world around you
But you need not run away
'Cause every thing's bound to change
We could work this out or just let it go
It's time to learn what we should know
That's the problem with me, see, there's a problem with me
That's the problem, problem with me
So, now you're old and the world has left you
It's so sick, you see just where they kept you down
Locked up in fear, we can change it all from here
Simply let it disappear
We could work this out or just let it go
It's time we learned what we should know
That's the problem with me, see, there's a problem with me
And that's the problem
Fade out till tomorrow, you just keep standing there
Reelin' will follow spinning in the air
That's the problem with me, see, there's a problem with me
That's the problem
That's the problem with me, see, there's this problem with me
That's the problem, problem with me
All I wanted, all I wanted

Lost my sight,
making light of you makes no sense!
Rub it in while you're picking off your skin...
Cumshot queen
build me up,
break me off.
As long as we stay uninvolved.
Lost my sight,
making light of you makes no sense!
Rub it in while you're picking off your skin...

Better start crying over my dead body
Life without a ride just dont feel the same
Come up short
You’re on teh streets of NYC
They hung my friend smiling just an hour ago
I've got a problem
What you do last night
I've got a problem
you’ver got everything
It's all in your head
You’re gonna be dead
Miniature dog mother mary shrine
You’re up in the air
Yeah you gonna be fine
Who’s behind the wheel
I don’t know
Back of the truck just go go go

sweat dripping down your chest, thinking 'bout your tattoo knuckles on my bad boy (boy, boy)
my heads rockin' as we keep lip-locking and the neighbors screaming even louder (louder) lick me down like you was born in rizzle up and smoke me come and put me out im you dream girls this is real love but you know what they say about me.that girl is a problem. ooh baby your so bad boy drive me mad boy but you dont care what they say about me that girl is a problem (problem)

What's wrong with you
She said nothing much
I'm just figuring out
The voices in my head
What's wrong with you
She said she said
I wish I could tell myself
Tell yourself she said...
I've got this problem
Called anxiety got another
Problem overanalyzing...
When your'e with someone
Who cares there's no fears
Kiss the cheek and dry the tears
I wish I could be there
The days must seem like years

I think I've got a problem
I don't feel so good
Something deeper than the deepest hole
Something makes me so misunderstood
I think ive got a problem
Its burning me inside
Something burning more than hell itself
Tearing through my stomach
Till it's open wide
I don't even know your name
I cant even see you
I don't even know your name
I cant even feel you
I think I've got a problem
Playing with my head
Even though ive never even met you
Even though ive never heard a word you've said
I don't even know your name
I cant even see you
I don't even know your name
But theres just one thing that I do
I really wanna see you die
I think ive got a problem
Sick of playing safe
I'll show you just how much I fucking hate you
I'd like to wipe that smile right off your face
I don't even know your name
I cant even see you
I don't even know your name
But theres just one thing that I do
I really wanna see you die

I'm on some extra shit, gold chain
Got another next to it
It's the real deal, nah it ain't to test you bitch
Shit I'm thrillers against
Spend it all on kicks
I'm from richie rich city girl respect that shit
Right across that bridge, from San Francis
Young suzy lives, with his heart break kids
And we do just what we wanna
Drinking, smoking marijuana
It ain't racks, I won't show up
Nigga trip then it's over
Got your girl, bending over
That's my bottle send it over
Got these models in a come
Cause we knock shit out
You ain't from the block my nigga
Knock that shit out
I got all my homies with me, all my homies with me
Word from the beginning, I'll be real until they get me
Quit playing it's the gang in your ear
Nigga stay in your lane cause aim at careers, ah
Quit playing nigga, knock that shit out, knock that shit out
Knock, knock, knock that shit out
Quit playing nigga, knock that shit out, knock that shit out
Knock, knock, knock that shit out
I'm so tired of these broke ass niggas
Talking bout they spiting that great,
Knock that shit out
I'm so tired of these tired ass bitches
Stop talking bitch...
Knock that shit out
Sail and I smoke marijuana
Got my track shoes laced yeah
I'm running California
Only god can judge
So motherfucking honor,
What I'm bout I'm yelling dough
Call me... I probably like...
In a coma I'ma put your bitch
All you niggas pussies
So I get why you be on my dick
... see your fam watching like it's movie night
Paper full of gasoline, all up in these magazines
Loaded like a magazine
Slow it up, got these niggas holding up
Cops shaking they head
Like they just saying know us all
I don't know you not, my credit's fine
My babies mama crush grapes, yeah they wine
Cause they know I'm getting money
So they keep calling
I ain't got no other choice but to keep balling
Quit playing nigga, knock that shit out, knock that shit out
Knock, knock, knock that shit out
Quit playing nigga, knock that shit out, knock that shit out
Knock, knock, knock that shit out
I'm so tired of these broke ass niggas
Talking bout they spiting that great,
Knock that shit out
I'm so tired of these tired ass bitches
Stop talking bitch...

When, when I say the B word
I say baby you the B word, that's not a diss
That's a beautiful lady
That's what you are from now on so
Walk up to you say "Girl you just actin like the B word"
You actin like a beautiful lady
But you still a bitch... when I leave
I just ain't ain't gon' call you a bitch to your face no more
Like I see I, cause I I feel
I don't wanna disrespect you
On the real [laughing] y'know, but I expect you to
Stay, in a a in a bitch in, in your bitch mode!
You, you kinda undersmell what I'm tellin you because you feel me
You too, y'know bitches listen to this type shit, they know
They know when they fuckin [laughs] when they
When they rat ass, is bitches they know it
I we don't tell 'em y'knahmean? It glows
It's like, when you get a new shirt or somethin y'knahmean?
Y'know they put that on every day like "Youse a bitch! "
I can see it once you leave, once you get up, when you wake up
You ain't nothin but a constipated-ass bitch
And, and you just gotta deal with it and keep movin, feel me?
Cause these old frappy ratchet-ass hoes
I'm a woman - yeah youse a bitch too!
You can be ah, y'know, you feel me y'knahmean?
Y'know I'm a nigga, I'm a man, I ain't shit - y'know?
I can be all those things at once so y'know you can too
Bitch just lower your personality hoe y'knahmean?
Cause I do it, I KNOW IT
Niggaz know! We just let y'all fly

What, ok, I'm on, oh, yeah
Let me start it off
You could be a stripper,
Or you could be a teacher
You could be a Susan or a Felicia
Long as you nasty as a motherfucker
Hey, nasty as a motherfucker
You can be a student or a drop out
Long as you know what to do
When I pull that cock out
Just be nasty as a motherfucker, as a motherfucker
Nasty as a motherfucker, as a motherfucker
Now bust it open like a bitch sposed to bust it open
Like a kid getting presents on Christmas
Or ride it then I smack it like a new born
Ain't not 10 things better than a thick bitch
Aha, fill it out, lil mama looking like she wanna screw, drill it out
Rolling through mollywood
Say she wanna peel it out
Look into my eyes if you wanna know a real about
Bitch I am so treal I'm familiat what them zillas out
Play the hand you deal, why you go and cut the dealer out
Cause I beat the pussy like a bongo
Show these bitches pronto
In and out your honey, money longer than redundo
Catch up, baby what the deal yo
I work it like a job and I ask her how she feel me though
She like the way I toss think I worth a couple millies now
And I won't tell her different, I just keep fucking for ... yo
You could be a stripper,
Or you could be a teacher
You could be a Susan or a Felicia
Long as you nasty as a motherfucker
Hey, nasty as a motherfucker
You can be a student or a drop out
Long as you know what to do
When I pull that cock out
Just be nasty as a motherfucker, as a motherfucker
Nasty as a motherfucker, as a motherfucker
She's another one like the other one
Bums fresh out of the oven,
College sheets booty, looking for her husband
But ain't no handcuffing here bitch I'm far from a cat
Come and get a play in this macking
Let me go swim in kayaking in the pussy
Cause it's good shit
Your last name ain't Goldberg but let's make woogby
Let me hit it and quit it and get gone
You nasty banging just like the sound
Yeah just like the song
Body sick when it cough
Fucking let's get it on
But first you gotta get off
Everything that you wear
And ride on my like a trolly
Then bounce on me till I bust
Then pop us a few more mollies
And then we can get back to it, to it, to it, to it
Girl I like the way you do it, do it, do it, do it
You move your body so fluent, fluent, fluent, fluent
You're my number one fan so you blew it, blew it, blew it, blew it
You could be a stripper,
Or you could be a teacher
You could be a Susan or a Felicia
Long as you nasty as a motherfucker
Hey, nasty as a motherfucker
You can be a student or a drop out
Long as you know what to do
When I pull that cock out
Just be nasty as a motherfucker, as a motherfucker
Nasty as a motherfucker, as a motherfucker
She say she need some head room, look
I'ma give that bitch some head soon, look
She suck me like a twister, had my dick nervous shaking
I send that bitch a picture
I need another bottle and a juicy
Fucked her right there, loose it
Got a chick, a burrito and some cucci
So sue me, do me cutie, I need it like eeww
Of course I let it in you, feel it, I mean, bad
Fuck you honey, you got me fucked up boo boo
What you mean you pregnant? And the test came out blue
Wasn't born yesterday, I used the rubber on
Matter fact I pulled out and skeeted out on your wisdom too
Bitch I'm 7 continents, ... 7 blocks
You can't mismack socks... he playing
I'm gone, he staying
You trash, he can
You could be a stripper,
Or you could be a teacher
You could be a Susan or a Felicia
Long as you nasty as a motherfucker
Hey, nasty as a motherfucker
You can be a student or a drop out
Long as you know what to do
When I pull that cock out
Just be nasty as a motherfucker, as a motherfucker

3 1, 3 2, I think I'ma need 3
Need one need two I think I'ma need you
Need one, need two, I think I'ma need 3
I think I'ma need 4, I think I'ma need more.
Hey molly, where you at bitch?
Hey molly, where you at bitch?
I'm right here daddy, I'm right here daddy
Yeah I'm right here daddy,
I'm right here daddy, yeah I'm right here daddy
I'm right here daddy, yeah I'm right here daddy,
So come and grab me up so you can take me down
Take me down, take me down
So come and grab me up so you can take me down.
What? take take me down, take take take me down
What? come come and grab me up so you can take me down
I'm feeling goo bitch, really really good bitch
I sniff my molly 'cause I'm really really hood bitch,
I could change your life hoe, I really really could bitch.
Now break bread like really really could bitch.
Break the break, break break the bread, hoe
I'm fucked on the floor but I make, I make the bed though
Break the break, break break the bread, hoe
I'm fucked on the floor but I make, I make the bed though
You know I'll be on higher than the P john,
So stack back, I might you need a land for three arm
I got the mack, I'm bout to get mine to lead on,
MO double hucky sticks why what a sniff hard.
Hey molly, where you at bitch?
Hey molly, where you at bitch?
I'm right here daddy
Come a little closer, let me get a little taste,
Yeah it's really working I feel in my face,
Drinking liquor straight I don't need to chase
I wanna f*ck again, we just leave the place,
No matter what time it is, one day I'm die so don't try to leave,
In this very moment, this very moment,
Life is shorter then get us calling
So when I swear I do it big,
Like Big I'm on my DIP, she on my TIP all in my...
Want me to be in US, I'm on my... it's for real
Uhh, I think I like that
Couple of the homies wanna meet her I'll be right there,
... will be gone, and how you in the gone,
She go blow away she die to fuck the soul
So what's up?
Hey molly, where you at bitch?
Hey molly, where you at bitch?
I'm right here daddy
'cause molly maintain problem gun playin
Where that bitch that do that molly and that bitch to roll my weed,
Don't get no molly in my blunt but get this molly on your tongue
Break your eyes get white, and her tongue gt numb uh
Sweat dance, turn up
Sweat dance, turn up
Sweat dance, turn up
Sweat dance, turn up turn up
Sweat dance, turn up
Sweat dance, turn up
Sweat dance, turn up
Sweat dance, turn up turn up
Uh, I get her back to my room
Over pants get up soon,
Pass off ass look like a half of moon
Yeah I miss lady dick, yeah miss lady dick,
But she ain't upon this dick, then where she at?

Issue
Yeah
Huh, may roll for a real nigga will you see it
Fake nigga yeah I got the jail,
Oh you're thirsty get out my damn,
Buzzling for the paper, honey prove now chaser
That's you benz I'ma tack, run the backer,
I need some good to smub
Shit rap don't work, take you took it approach,
Don't mub us for real,
Proud yeah, I got me a lip,
Plug down I'm ready to pop me a pill
Turn off f*ck up, I turn this f*ck up,
And look it too long, boy I f*ck it up,
My diamond in the rough, glad when I struck,
Married to the grind, bout to buy me a tuck,
Nigga I'm fresh, nigga I'm bext
Go to my chest, holding my left, holding my right,
This is my life, I'm bout to make a move,
You nigga close bite, but first do this.
I don't do fake, do you understand me?
I don't do hate, do you understand me?
Smoke, can I get cake, do understand me?
Real nigga all day, you understand me?
It's all day, you understand me?
It's all day, you understand me?
What, you understand me,
What? you understand me?
What? you understand me?
It's like this all day, you understand me?
Pushing down the block watching you from the cop,
Yeah, checking these traps, looking for the guap
Flow so clean I don't need to mob,
Make the scene go dumb when the quick drop on
Can you feel that? can you feel that?
P**sy p**sy p**sy kill that, kill that
I've seen the ice now your girl know what she want to chill that
Wanna chill that, wanna be with the real ask bout me, bout me
I stay molly webbed and I keep it trill like we for no gun
Call me gone call me in the corner
She'll be funny to me, everything's about money but me
Turn a... molly all in my tequila, checks for me too,
I just...
I make things look easy, swear to God I make things look easy,
I don't mind with that, I make this look easy
Swear to God, I make things look easy.
I don't mind with that, then I swear to God I make things look easy.
Man, I'm on my mouth, on my mouth,

My baby mamas said I wasn't shit, and at first I used to believe ‘em
Now they on my dick, 'cause a young nigga out here eatin'
Every time I hop in my whip, I light one of my pre-rolls
That gettin' gwap, I'm Gucci, without the ice cream cone
Sticking to that G-Code, I take a shot then reload
I only fuck with my street folk 'cause these rap niggas too emo
Forever on my grind, yeah, my five kids, they need clothes
Pump bucking at fake fucks 'cause like pimps they need holes
Blaow! Bloaw! Oh my lord – my hoe and my chain gold
Life be my bitch and that hoe move when I say so
Good in my ‘hood, yeah, I play the block like Lego
Real goons on my payroll – I save money, you save hoes
Mountain high, I Range Rove, to the top on you niggas
If this was '09 I would've been socking on niggas
Fuck that, rather profit on niggas – toe tag every beat Louis give me
Oh yeah I'm a problem, oh mama, no condoms

(Hook)
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand (uh uh)
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
(Verse)
What's happening from them rich?
All them niggas get active
Can you please tell me something that I don't know?
Me and the gang we're going loco
I got a cold flow, these rappers broke though
But I won't help them I'mma will melt them
Rumplestiltskin, they be sleepin on me
I got a problem, I always keep something decent on me
They think I'm fucking with ‘em, they think I'm playin around
I keep it real so the real always stay around
I keep it underground, you know this funny style
Mad ‘cause the young niggas getting money now
It's the gang, huh? We in this thing huh
I spent your whole paycheck on this chain, huh?
Come from the bang, huh? That's where it came from
It's where them squares came through and got the game from
(Hook)
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand (uh uh)
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
(Verse)
I'm rolling like I'm bowling and I'm striking like I'm posing
People looking at me like I was chosen
You know the big dog gotta kick the doors in
Every day I get it in, shit, I just win
Bitch, I'm 100 grand, ten racks time ten
You kiss ass and I don't follow that trend
Choppa on deck, see whoever you wanna see
To rule the game, I'm doing charade
If you ain't bringing money to the table you can vacate
You'll be up all night staring in the ice box
I'll be making deals buyin shares of the right stock
I'm a cool cat, I don't really like cops
In and out of jail, making bail, bitch, my life hot!
I'm always in the building, cause I built it
It's all breast feed, you know I milk shit
(Hook)
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand (uh uh)
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
(Verse)
All the rap niggas know the name Problem
Diamond lane red line and fast car
Wood on the dashboard
All about the cash boy, make the money fastforward
Make ya bitch give me that like her ask for it
Treat the hood like NASCAR
Exotic whim, trunk in the front, bad boy
Yea, elephants in the room, pretty, pretty goons
Flip the script with direct shots like Benny Boom
Fuck that, where the bitches go?
No big buildings but downtown is where yo bitches go
Lil Compton ass nigga with the vicious flow
Weak niggas careers bout to do where the dishes go
Hah, watch cars me a brick a blow
It's for you cum wraps and jacks from the liquor store
‘Cause a nigga tryna smoke something
Cali and we brought it back, yea no frontin
(Hook)
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand (uh uh)
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
(Verse)
Told these damn things I'm bout, I'm bout riches and bitches
I'm bout being sickest, these niggas know I'm the realest
Soon as it's in yo beat, he knew I was gonna feel it
He knew I was gonna kill it, I'm Will Chamberlain with it
He put e against the best, I'm MVP
Up every time they want
These hot rhymes are killin in every line
These niggas rap good but these niggas really blind
We seein this cash money now niggas is big timin
You fuckin with my cash man you fuckin with ya life
I ain't sayin I'm a thief but a nigga fuck yo wife
I'm runnin like firecracker, this van screamin nice
How I got yo bitch screamin like she wanna fuck a jackpipe
I got the go trains, huff back, my pack
Huff hatch mouth swag and yo bitch love that
I never slipped, I'm a filthy drip lip
Tryna get my dick sucked, tryna get my gwap up
(Hook)
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand (uh uh)
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand
I keep it 100 grand understand, understand
I keep it 100 grand

[Verse 1: Problem]
Compton, California
It's well known, I get it crackin', though
I already run my town, it's time to take it national
Real is all I ever speak, every quote is factual
Lick between my girly's legs
She's 'bout to cum, she grabs my 'fro
Serving balls like McEnroe – cheese, I need no macaro'
Play me like a Fruity Pop, goons'll pop that cantaloupe
When OT I go OD – it's two things that I'm gon' need:
A pack of bougie ghetto bitches and a pound of fire weed
That'll have me adios, gang of boos, Apollo show
Fuck 'em like I love 'em then I dip back to the barrio
Money spinning like a wheel, it's cool 'cause every day I earn
No one's higher, forest fire, check all the tree I burn
Chachi Mr. Maserati, J full of that kamikaze
Pop your hottie off a molly while she's cheesin' for paparazzi
Never sloppy, always cool – you the type that always lose
Always makin' money songs when yours as short as interludes
Ask you hoe, I've been the dude – beent the truth, never fake
Never hate – used to have to bend the rules to get my cake
Now I don't, now I'm straight – but my bitches ain't, though
Every day's a celebration – Diamond Lane, it's separation
[Hook: Problem]
I'm just ridin' 'round with my niggas smokin' weed
Pull up on my bitches, yeah, I'm smokin' weed
Handle most my business while I'm smokin' weed
Only the realest of the realest get to smoke with me
So roll up... (roll up, roll up...)
Go 'head, bro, roll up... (roll up)
Bitch, you wanna smoke, you'd better roll up
(Roll up, roll up...)
Go 'head and roll up... (roll up)
Or get the fuck from 'round me, pussy!
[Verse 2: T.I.]
I've got an O of bubble kush, finna roll that shit
Dirty Sprite, 2 litre, I'mma pour that shit
Got a bad bitch with me with a bad bitch with her
They back that ass, I throw that D
Not bullshit, I'm dead serious
All I wanna do is get bread here
Took her back to the condo, I didn't wan' fuck her
No sir, all I do is get head here
Hydro smoke all in the air
Ten bad bitches, big derrieres
Pretty toes, pretty titties, known millionaire
The Louis duffel, I can fit about ten in there
And what the fuck I care about if I offend a square?
Up your ass, shove your opinion there
Nigga, you lookin' at a self-made millionaire
Lil' nigga, but I walk like a grizzly bear
Okay, don't get it fucked up, we with this shit
What you rap 'bout, we did the shit
Remember standing in the trap, I had 50 nicks
Six months, came up, I had 50 bricks
100K looked like a meal ticket back in the day
Look at me know, I could double, triple that in a day
And that ain't some shit a nigga just happen to say
Literally, I'm tryna let you know what happened today
G4 touch down, Bentley pull 'round
Hopped in the back seat, her head went down
While I roll one up, double my cup
Pour up drink 'til I throw up
Everybody know I don't give no fuck
I'm rich, you don't like me? So what?
I'm drop-top riding, my Westside up
Hustle Gang in this bitch, nigga, get with us
[Hook: Problem]
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
A lot of y'all got Snoopy Dogg on y'all bucket list
You wanna smoke a bleeze? You wanna bust a flig?
I've got no problem with it – my nigs, just make it quick
I'm tryna lay low, hey hoe, as I stay low in your bitch
She couldn't roll a blunt 'til I taught the hoe
And now she's a pro
Easy though to freeze a hoe, pleasable and feasible
Scary thing, that Mary Jane
Gon' do her thing no matter what
Get... up, tizatted up – it's bad enough, next batter up
Dreaded up, breaded up – connect the dots, set it up
We blow 'til you can't get enough
Like “give that up,” don't give a fuck
Rules I bend 'em, hoes I break 'em
Take they mind and in time reshape 'em
Once I got 'em, shoot 'em, shot 'em
Now the bitch is my new assistant
Lookin' good, steady twistin'
Exercise to maximize
Minimize my bottom, Problem
Let me tell you what I'm gon' do
Diamond Lane, comin' through
Sell a pound, maybe two
In the red, in the blue
Smokin' green like “what it do?”

Worried bout a hater? Not me
Turnt to the max, no sleep
Smoke a hundred joints to the face
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me
Rollin', pockets swollen
Ridin' in it, like its stolen
Weeded, hella conceited
If it ain't about money nigga I don't need it
Got a hundred grand in my ashtray
Spend a hundred k on a bad day
And I'm tatted like a cholo
Nigga act crazy my dogs go loco
Kush got me movin' slo-mo
With my nigga Problem that's my bro-bro
Came in through the back door
Ten mill this year on the low-low
And I'm still smokin' pre-rolleds
Cristal, done fucking with the Clicquot
And my bank full of zeros
Young Wizzle get fly like a hero
Worried bout a hater? Not me
Turnt to the max, no sleep
Smoke a hundred joints to the face
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me
Rollin' through with them hoes like a donut
Sold more weed than you ? ever smoked up
Dick make her choke up, like a real ?
Got me feeling like a mill, off a pill door locked
We ain't lettin' all no more bros in
But fo' sho' we'll let y'all hoes in
Cause when we pullin' money out they be lovin' it
Give her dick 'fore I give a bitch my government
Just ate, I got eight more
Super duper high, eighty-eighth floor
Unzip this, that's eight more
Fuck a pussy and fuck rhyming
We gon' live forever, fuck dying
Get it 'til I drop, fuck tryin'
Pedal to the metal, we flyin'
In the fast lane, yellin' Diamond
Worried bout a hater? Not me
Turnt to the max, no sleep
Smoke a hundred joints to the face
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me
Everything about me
Young wild nigga, mouth full of gold teeth
Treatin' bape.com like a swap meet
Going crazy on a bitch until she knock-kneed
I'm in a hella fast whip going top speed
Make a mess in that pussy and then she mop clean
I drop racks and she drops jeans
Smoke green as I lean, top dropping
Nigga I am all about a buck falling out a truck
Prolly with some hoes that I just met and yeah, they all gon' fuck
Got her man callin' up her homies, blowin' all em up
Tryna figure out which his girl is, she probably toasted
Like a champagne glass
So much money that ain't a damn thing sad
Do my damn thing in my campaign add
Let's get straight to it, don't let a damn thing pass
Nigga what?
Worried bout a hater? Not me
Turnt to the max, no sleep
Smoke a hundred joints to the face
Give a fuck what a bitch nigga say
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me
Everything about me (bout me)
Everything about me (bout me)

Who dat, talking bout, who dat
Who dat, talking bout, who dat
Run upon me, you get your ass beat blue black
Go on get nerve, I'm off the curb
Push mountains of earth, you niggas already heard
The blue bird, keep a pistol gripped pump
On his lap at all time,
Whatever Hollywood, cause young niggas stay trying
See them and be like huh, nigga, what?
Huh, give a fuck like whaat
Blow my way, smash the dash
Hop up in my lane, she be looking way different
Through these thousand dollars frames
Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand dollars brain
Thousand dollar lame only get loud around this gang ass nigga, ass nigga
Granted for real, you ain't gotta ask nigga
Floating through the city like I'm on a raft nigga
Mike vic with the shit, I don't need a fast nigga
Like what that shit do, yeah
I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my game like uh
Go on fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that
Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what,
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
huh, nigga what,
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
The money funny you a clown
The bitch hit me up then I'm probably going down
It depends on how much of that shit I just had
Feel cool but I preffer my ... by the bag
Heavy hitter right here, are you other nigga's champ
Big talking bout beef till you start they ass a slap
Do the math I was class, cause I got them yelling
Whoa, like flapping
When I'm done they always ask
How you do dat there?
Word to master P and young lee
I pull your bitch she tryina kick it faster than Chun lee
Cause I'm a pimp see, word to bun b
Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing
Get a weight lift, repel ... i don't fire right now...
Drop it off, you murder a pussy
Real beef you don't talk, you just murder a pussy
See me?
I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my game like uh
Go on fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that
Cause we gonna be like huh, nigga what,
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
A nigga be like huh, nigga what,
Huh, give a fuck, nigga whaat
A nigga be like, who dat
I bet your lady knew that
She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that
Talking with my round diamond lean I thought you knew that
... hunned sixes is what we ... that
Treat me on the 10 with my squad we the treal
Or upstown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill
I do it for my bros on lock,
Them hoes on stop
I used to wear Pirellis back when nelly was on track
Now it's ... yokahams
You touch the paper it's go, me I'm just granted for show
These hoes thanking it's snow
I ... do it my nig, I blow the horn is you ready
Disrespect for nigga please, I'm the one with the fetty
I'm going out with a bang, it's lane on the change

Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Last time I see my ex she was at a ride, heads up, face cute, body holding tight
When we were together yeah we had all the fights,
Arguing everyday bout damn show fuck ain't nice
My new thang yeah we arguing too though, but that bitch don't fuck me like you though
Mommy used to my numero uno, I'm drunk in this speech, where you at, what you do though?
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
My girl tripping, I don't give a fuck
She a text message away from being dumped
Always on me, telling about I'm cheating,
Going through phone every time a Nigga sleeping
Yes straight beasting, all alone Nigga, hacking my Facebook, stalking on my Twitter
She ain't never all, she be on all sides, and if ain't with her she gonna call all night
But no I know my ex, she knows what's up, I'm a hit her up, hopefully she'll let me fuck
Even though we're in the bed, and I'm sipping on this liquor, cause...
But you boy you kinda miss her, miss her
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
I ain't really trying to fuck no random girl tonight
I'd rather fuck something I'm gonna like
Somebody say it's wrong but it feels so right
Yeah, So right, feeling so right, called on my ex she ain't putting no fight
A Nigga... low, she's been texting all night said her man's out of town like a sexy dawn night
When I jump back in I'm a show off, take her clothes off, then... touch off
My girl texting back the bag straight going off
Put up to my ex hot... turn my phone off
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin
Damn I feel like fucking my ex, fucking my ex, fucking my ex, my bitch trippin

Yuppiemothersfuckers in this city tonight
Roaming the streets, looking for fights
Monday they’ll be back at their shitty jobs
But tonight they roam in violent mobs
Eyes wide, nostrils filled with powder
Watch your back, you know they’re out to get you
Yeah, they’re loosers but they’re high and pissed
Punx, queers and immigrants are on their list
So lets gather the punx and the outlaws too
In one pissed off unfuckwithable crew
And go to the streets and find the yuppie scum

You know what your problem is, your problem is, your problem is, whoa
You know what your problem is you think you don't have a problem
It's really bothering me cause you won't go when you say you will
You're up, you're still, I don't know why you just make me cry
You know what your problem is you think you don't have a problem
You walk around like you own the place, get out of my face
Come on, get it together cause you're not worth the chase
Baby you're a dime a dozen, yeah I should have seen it coming
Should have run and hid when I had the chance,
But then you caught me in some kind of trance
And now I'm letting you know I'm leaving
You're acting shady and your words were deceiving
And I hope eventually that you'll learn to miss me
Cause last night was the last time that you'll ever kiss me
You know what your problem is you think you don't have a problem
It's really bothering me cause you won't go when you say you will
You're up, you're still, I don't know why you just make me cry
You know what your problem is you think you don't have a problem
You walk around like you own the place, get out of my face
Come on, get it together cause you're not worth the chase
I ain't sorry if I broke your heart
Cause baby you had mine broken from the very start
I should have listen when my friends told me you had no class
If you were standing right in front of me I'd kick your ass
Believe me baby what I felt was real
I gave you everything but you just couldn't deal
The clock was ticking and baby now it's stopped
I drop it like it's hot and you've been dropped cause you're not, what?
You know what your problem is, your problem is, your problem is
Believe me baby, just make me cry,
Believe me baby, just make me cry,
Believe me baby, just make me cry
Pushed me to the edge so I'm pushing back
Spotlight shines on me while you fade to black
You're not in the game, you're in denial
You're all kinds of lame, no class no style
Sick and tired of your ish and your foolish pride
Want me? You wish - baby step aside
You know what your problem is you think you don't have a problem
It's really bothering me cause you won't go when you say you will
You're up, you're still, I don't know why you just make me cry
You know what your problem is you think you don't have a problem
You walk around like you own the place, get out of my face
Come on, get it together cause you're not worth the chase

Lost my sight,
making light of you makes no sense!
Rub it in while you're picking off your skin...
Cumshot queen
build me up,
break me off.
As long as we stay uninvolved.
Lost my sight,
making light of you makes no sense!