Method Man - Problem lyrics

[Method Man - Problem lyrics]

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 of piff
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
Whenever he home
Long as I got myself I'm never alone
Feel even better with 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 OJing 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 MC'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
Niggas
If they bust, I better bust right back
Meth spit it from the gut
Like gunshot man down
I'm that dude, hands down, stand down
I'm past due, for Cash Rule
Y'all can't clown
I'm bank now, your ass lose
Nothing but rhyme new York Times, I'm bad
News, and I'mma problem, nigga

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