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