Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Problems, artist - Rappin' 4-Tay. Date of issue: 10.07.1995
Song language: English
Problems |
| No I can’t run, I can’t hide from all this pressure |
| If I sell out that means I’m copping to a lesser charge |
| And whenever there’s a will baby, there’s a way |
| Each one teach one, I always say |
| The murder rate is rising, soceity ain’t scaring me |
| Life is like a puzzle, ain’t no telling when they’ll bury be |
| They wanna tell me how to live |
| But I got dues to pay, now how much money you gon' give |
| For my PG and me bill, cause it’s a week late |
| Leave the hustle alone, fool, don’t procastanate |
| Cause I’m a get mine, and that’s the way I was taught |
| Fool, now what you thought |
| That I was born and raised in a big house |
| While you would sleep up in the bed, I slept on the couch |
| I tried to study, but was often interrupted |
| Because the nieghborhood I’m from is so corrupted |
| Rats and roaches creeping through the cracks in my walls |
| While my folks down the street breaking plain and ball |
| Trying to count as much as they can count is like hell |
| Is kind of hard being raised off up in the cell |
| Get on your own, and get you some bizness, black |
| Stay sucker-free, and by all means, watch your back |
| You ain’t gotta listen, but take it from your boy 4-Tay |
| Fool, you think you pormised another day? |
| Each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you slove 'em |
| Stress 'll drive you crazy tryin to deal with these problems |
| Problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em |
| Man, I’m going crazy trying to deal with these problems |
| Each and every day on these streets, game is getting sicker |
| Thicker than a King-size snicker |
| And I know who’s got the plug, don’t need no witness |
| Cause your bizness ain’t everybody elses bizness |
| Snitchers, and gothams, and gangstas, they’re so keniving |
| In 1995, only the strong will survive and |
| Everytime I open up somethin', somebody wants some |
| So I could be broke, all on my lonesome |
| Too many critics, too many debators |
| And when they don’t hire us, that makes me think they hate us |
| But that’s just anothre problem pushing through my brain |
| That wouldn’t change no matter how much I complained |
| How would you care if I was living on welfare |
| You act like you gon' move me and my family elsewhere |
| Allow me to make this conversation more concrete |
| Too many formalitys, and I find that so obsolete |
| But I’m a keep striving, cause it couldn’t get no worse |
| Ain’t robbing no banks or snatching nobody’s purse |
| I finally made me a profit, so now I can really chill |
| Check my mailbox, Oh, too soon, there’s my phone bill |
| Trying to look up for number 1, and that’s my mother |
| If it ain’t one thing fly, it’s another |
| Each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you solve 'em |
| Stress 'll drive you crazy when your dealing with these problems |
| Problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em |
| Man I’m going crazy tryin to deal with these problems |
| Each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you solve 'em |
| Stress 'll drive you crazy trying to deal with these problems |
| Problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em |
| Man I’m going crazy trying to deal with these problems |
| Problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em |
| I’m a handle mine |
| Problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em |
| Take 'em one at a time |