Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Problem , by - Method Man. Release date: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Problem |
| 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 |
| New York Times, I’m bad news, and I’ma problem, nigga |