Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What the Problem Is, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Date of issue: 17.10.2019
Song language: English
What the Problem Is |
| Good lookin on a light nigga, yeah |
| Big Hollis this that shit right there man |
| Nigga need to smoke one in this muh’fucker man |
| Check it out |
| 5 in the mornin police at my do' (police at my do') |
| Timberlands run across the hall wood flo' |
| Dipped inside the alley, to make my escape |
| Didn’t even get a chance to grab my 2Pac tape |
| There’s always somethin in the city of dreams |
| Young hustlers said bust it, just as hungry as me |
| Got some niggas out in Jersey, lovin the bang |
| And my niggas out in L.A., they love the same thang |
| Cleveland to Atlanta, Sacramento to A-Town |
| We all outlaws and the streets is our playground |
| Bang on the waistline, hang just to waste time |
| Money I’ma make mine, respect I’ma take mine |
| Can’t take nothin from me so they wanna take somethin from me |
| Either my life or my money, or one of the homies |
| Ain’t nothin funny 'bout death, there’s so sequel |
| A cold cold world, with a few good people left |
| I wake up early in the mornin, every day I’m thinkin hustle |
| But that’s not what on your mind — what’s the problem is? |
| Walk out the do' go to the sto', I see two niggas finna fight |
| And now I’m thinkin to myself — what the problem is? |
| We tryna come up out the gutter, they keep holdin us down |
| And the question still remain — what the problem is? |
| Is it me? |
| Is it you? |
| Is it us, as a group? |
| If it is, then help me figure out the problem then |
| It’s a little bit safer during the day, when the kids is out to play |
| When them street lights come on, they better be takin they ass home |
| We do our dirt up under the sunlight but the moonlight is dimmer |
| January down to December, through the spring fall and winter |
| You learn to survive, in the ghetto, better break than get took |
| Sellin that yayo on the corner nigga better break or get booked |
| Look, po-po is on that ass, and them jackals is on that ass |
| Them crackheads they make the laws, but it’s the niggas you got to blast |
| They so cutthroat, they sheisty! |
| One-eighty-seven the lesson, the niggas that’s frontin they might be |
| The only way a nigga make it out the ghetto and that’s real |
| Combat on contact, nigga kill or be killed — swear fo' God |
| Thug life is serious, my heart is near and dear to this |
| So many pause to understand this, I wanna smoke the cannibus |
| I can’t forget the hood, they represent my struggle right |
| Money, women, power, respect; |
| that’s just a soldier’s life |
| I wake up early in the mornin, every day I’m thinkin hustle |
| But that’s not what on your mind — what’s the problem is? |
| Walk out the do' go to the sto', I see two niggas finna fight |
| And now I’m thinkin to myself — what the problem is? |
| We tryna come up out the gutter, they keep holdin us down |
| And the question still remain — what the problem is? |
| Is it me? |
| Is it you? |
| Is it us, as a group? |
| If it is, then help me figure out the problem then |
| Cigarettes, and this drank, and this dank |
| They keep my mind at ease — what the problem is? |
| So I smoke, and I choke, on the hopes |
| To keep my mind at ease — what the problem is? |
| Cigarettes, and this drank, and this dank |
| They keep my mind at ease — what the problem is? |
| So I smoke, and I choke, on the hopes |
| To keep my mind at ease — what the problem is? |
| Get that money, what’s the problem? |
| (Get that money, get that money) |
| Yeah we ridin Caddy coupes, stankin like it’s Mercedes Benz |
| Malibu’s and heavy Chevy’s every day, I’m stackin ends |
| Some niggas turn crumbs to bricks while other niggas they fumble wit it |
| Make it out, start a business, while other niggas they crumble wit it |
| Need work? |
| Well come and get it, best believe that I got mine |
| I’ma represent for the O.G.'s and the hustlers that got time |
| City sets to the penitentiary, from one jungle to the next jungle |
| The lab breed beast, and I’m always ready to rumble! |
| I wake up early in the mornin, every day I’m thinkin hustle |
| But that’s not what on your mind — what’s the problem is? |
| Walk out the do' go to the sto', I see two niggas finna fight |
| And now I’m thinkin to myself — what the problem is? |
| We tryna come up out the gutter, they keep holdin us down |
| And the question still remain — what the problem is? |
| Is it me? |
| Is it you? |
| Is it us, as a group? |
| If it is, then help me figure out the problem then |
| Cigarettes, and this drank, and this dank |
| They keep my mind at ease — what the problem is? |
| So I smoke, and I choke, on the hopes |
| To keep my mind at ease — what the problem is? |