Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Problems, artist - Guerilla Maab
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Problems |
Well it be too many fake people |
Claiming that they, be down with us |
But it’s too many people, that we can’t see |
Everywhere that I go, somebody wanna hate me |
But I really don’t think, that they’re gonna be |
Ready to take, a walk in my shoes |
That’s why I be insiders on, plus we never did nothing to nobody |
And if they knew what we knew, then they’d leave us alone |
Cause too much stressing, it make a nigga crazy |
Now I be paranoid, and watching my lady |
Praying that I see, my older brother again |
Not knowing, it would never be the same again |
So I’m still hoping for the day, I know it’s gon change |
And if I die, I know the pain be remaining in me |
To everybody, that I live to live |
Leave me the fuck alone, and let me be |
Too many hoes wanna hate, and talk bad about a bitch |
But mama told me, to never give a fuck |
If that’s what you go, be and be the coldest bitch |
That everybody, wanna roll with |
Could never keep a real ass nigga, down on my side |
Cause I didn’t have time, had a lot of shit up on my mind |
Had the write, to shit up in my rhymes |
To keep me sane all the time |
Had a block on my brain, thinking how could shit |
Ever change, trying to win the same ol' game |
But then I came to see, through the days of my pain |
And struggling, that it wasn’t as bad as this thang |
Guerilla Maab are my brothers, steady spiritual chain |
I’d rather live my life, the way it’s suppose to be |
Then faking the fame, and trying to be somebody else |
Of royalty, because it ain’t my name |
Too many problems on my mind |
(on my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind) |
Living shife, is starting to be a full time grind |
I’m just trying, to live, my life |
But somehow peace, is something I’ll never find |
(may never find) |
Too many problems on my mind |
(on my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind) |
Living shife, is starting to be a full time grind |
I’m not trying, to lose, my life |
But if I do, I wanna meet Jesus Christ (way too late) |
Thinking about, what a nigga done been through |
Reminiscing, on a part of the past |
Everybody thought I wouldn’t last |
From living the things, I was dealing with |
Too many people, tried to reach a nigga with bullshit |
And it’s like, I ain’t even tripping |
I can’t let things like that, get up under my skin |
I can’t win, if a nigga steady be living in sin |
I gotta keep a right mind, if I wanna make dividends |
Sneak into the negative side, of my life |
Even niggas that I had love fo', turned fake |
One of my real niggas, just got shot nine times |
From a nigga, that everybody really thought was down |
And who the fuck can I trust, when I grab a Glock to bust |
The situation that I be facing, make a nigga think |
Shedding tears over my older brother, gonna wait |
For the rest of his life, because of these niggas living shife |
For real, now tell me where the love at |
Why all of my niggas, wanna be acting like that |
Is it because of the fact I’m one of the Maab, and never gon fall |
And all the diamonds shine, when it’s time to ball |
Will they comfort me if I waited, it was gonna get greater later |
I really hope so, cause I believe in God |
And with the life that I live, I wanna smile again |
And if I die tonight, I still wanna see the light |
I’ve been contemplating, I’ve been steady waiting |
Sippin' liquor, up off in my mode |
Thinking bout the days of the past, when everybody |
Use to treat a young nigga, like Dougie so cold |
But never once before, I done heard a lot of thangs |
Seen a lot of thangs, wonder why motherfuckers be acting so strange |
Feeling the pain inside, ready to ride |
But yet I still know I gotta maintain |
I remember when some bitches, use to tell me |
Dougie you motherfucker, your ass ain’t never gon be shit |
But now they turning on the T.V., watching me on BET |
Jamming my CD, getting crunk in this bitch |
Ain’t no doubt about it, in my mind that |
The Hating make a nigga, stronger inside |
But I been making the climb, but Lord knows that my body is tired |
I need a little compassion, a little mo' breath in this rhyme |
And I really just don’t understand, why nigga wanna be doing |
The evil deed, and they wanna hate on us |
Cause they can’t fade all us, but if you know like a nigga know |
You niggas would keep your distance, cause we can’t be touched |
I’ve been living in the city for a short while, with the wrong crowd |
Wish I would of known then, what I know now |
Now a nigga tripping after the cream, and follow my dreams |
I’m trying to stay away, from the triple beam |
I gotta get up on a mission, it seems |
Because I’m sick and tired, of dealing with the struggle and pain |
The predicaments are facing me, having stress on my brain |
Don’t wanna go up insane, pray to God that my soul |
I’m going deranged, and anybody wanna think to testing |
A nigga skills, they better have a good will |
Cause I be living my life, chunking they two cents in |
While they be living in sin, trying to tell me how to live |
When they ain’t even living right |