DJ Kay Slay, N.O.R.E., Nature, Left Gunz, Jaheim - No Problems lyrics

Believe me when I tell ya
You don't want the drama

A yo, for years I been buyin' my
Coke from the same cat
Dominican nigga who look black (that's right)
This summer I heard that (ha)
I see me always swerve wit a
(give it up) where the bird at (yeah)
Apocalyptic, I pop biscuit's
(apocalypse) , my bitch is topless
Not too excited I skeet skeet my own boxes
Drama King got the drama goods
(bluh, bluh, bluh)
Same place as the Domin' Osama Hood
Shoot up the thug and still
Puttin' the dame on it
The pimps had to give me a
Cup wit my name on it i was "Gordito"
I'm still Gordo or "Gito"
Still know how to get the
Raw dough for cheap-o (cheap)
I'm lastin' all palm wit the
Connect of a "perico" (parakeet)
NORE got no manners (no manners)
I take a picture of ya
"culo" wit the phone cameras
Go into ya own banners (ha)
They say my ballin' so hot like lone candles
And port or part of Santiago
Wit my own hammers (oh)

Believe me when I say (oh)
You don't want no drama
It's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day
(what?) you don't want no problems (oh ohh)
Shit is real killer, you could ask KaySlay
Believe me when I tell ya!
We drama kings nigga we don't play
You don't want the drama

Nature, alright
The year 2000 and 4 the War Report (port)
Niggas make it out the hood
It's a small reward (ward)
We all fucked up and mauled
Cause that's all we saw (alright)
Tryin' to rob from the the rich
And let the poor get poor (poor)
Or rob the poor cause niggas be the hungriest
(my niggas) i'm on the Internet - catch
Me on your Buddy List
(I'll be in trouble, ha)
Catch me where the money is
Megas and millions (megas)
And the barrel got the kick of 11 guerillas
(shout) seen niggas get hit and lose
A whole lot of blood (what?)
When a nigga legit
A nigga knowin' how to stunt (stunt)
Uptown, Downtown, go wherever he at
(wherever he at)
Nigga make it implication, shit better be fat
(shit better) nigga small talk
It's all talk - let it be that
(let it be that) i get pussy from my friends
(pussy) give my enemies clap (ha ha)
You don't want me on ya block
(you don't want me) niggas better be strapped
So relax nigga

My name ring from the Clippers to the Nets
(yeah) you could look and see I'm Dirty Jerz
Down to the zippers on my sweats (oh)
Far from the type of cat
That pay a bitch's rent
I got a +Fox+ like +Vivica+ and
Never gave her +50 Cent+ (ha ha)
And I bet you ain't ready for war yet (uh)
My niggas got stripes
Who walk around like the Barbershop Quartet?
(ooh) it's no way to harm this nigga
I don't need no bitch to pump
Eye until my arms get bigger
Still a problem in this the rap game
Problem in the street
Yo Slay, they havin' problems
We can solve em wit the heat
I show em what the drama is
That's when ya whole shit
Splattered all across
The front porch in momma crib
And wit a couple hot slugs get behind ya ribs
(ooh) you really mean it when ya screamin'
"I'm just tryin' to live!"
The game is over now
Y'all niggas slept long enough, time to
Come up out that coma now, uh

Yo, straight off the bat
You don't want the drama nigga
Left Gunz gon' clap
When I'm comin' try to run and
Catch one in ya back
Ooh! You don't really want the problems
Got a whole lot of family
Out in Spanish Harlem
Pop goes the weasel, out comes the Mack
And nothin' to gain but pimpin' the game