| My heart cold like when the sea was frozen
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| Drug supplying and hold the iron like hemoglobin
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| Catch a body on whichever fuckin' beat is chosen
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| Murder the church, left the fuckin' cathedral open
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| Throw a left hook to the ribs leave em broken
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| Box game levitate 'em so that Jesus know 'em
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| Walk with God so everyone in Medina know him
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| Y’all are casual rappers I have a deep devotion
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| Speak when spoken to, bitch, you just a snake snitchin'
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| The D supplying, the fiends higher then Blake Griffin
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| I don’t wanna hit the bitch but the dame trippin'
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| I call the shot on who move the rock like Lane Kiffin
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| I changed labels but implemented the same system
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| I had to walk through the fire so I could gain wisdom
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| I see life through the same eyes, same vision
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| The watch five figures, lord, and the chain glisten
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| If you wanna problem, Vinnie is a problem
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| And the problem is that I’m a motherfuckin' disease
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| I would never hesitate to pull the pistol out
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| I always got the problem solver with me
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| Makin' money over here makin' money there
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| Seein' places you could never possibly see
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| My crew thick I don’t give two shits
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| You can suck my dick you should probably flee
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| I rap like there ain’t shit to it I just do it
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| Light you simple niggas and check they ass when they sewage
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| Fuck you if you can’t take a joke, shit
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| Smoke this. |
| You broke bitch. |
| Lack of focus get your nose bit
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| Light that ass up then I send you
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| On a mission impossible take flight with my pencil
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| As I enlighten you with shit I done been through
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| The complicated I done make it look simple
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| With one squeeze I leave they head with a dimple
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| And leaky like an old fat bitch on her menstrual
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| You rap style humble I’m still standing
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| As hard as they been making them these days I cans till win
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| Why the fuck you think they call me an OG?
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| The way I handle biz is nothing short of unholy
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| I’m ghostly on the block with my top up
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| Pistol in my lap you shot wrong you gettin' glocked up
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| If you wanna problem, Vinnie is a problem
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| And the problem is that I’m a motherfuckin' disease
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| I would never hesitate to pull the pistol out
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| I always got the problem solver with me
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| Makin' money over here makin' money there
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| Seein' places you could never possibly see
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| My crew thick I don’t give two shits
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| You can suck my dick you should probably flee
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| The knife work nice, all day gentle carver
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| And I stay on point like a pencil sharpener
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| Matter fact, I’m on point like Tibetan archers
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| Move weight legislate like extended caucus
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| And I know how the game should be locked up
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| I know all the dope fiends veins will be popped up
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| I know that y’all claim to be stocked up
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| Gun work nice, all your brains will be mopped up
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| This beef rearrange your face like collagen
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| Cook jums on the same pot my mamma pasta in
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| I don’t play games I just rock your chin
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| You fuck with cops? |
| I never let the impostors in
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| See Vinnie give you a whole clip
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| I’m an artist, blood decorate the whole shit
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| Got knocked, almost did a bid in '06
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| I’m smarter now, that’s why I conquered this whole shit
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| If you wanna problem, Vinnie is a problem
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| And the problem is that he a mutha-fuckin' disease
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| I would never hesitate to pull the pistol out
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| I always got the problem solver with me
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| Makin' money over here makin' money there
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| Seein' places you could never possibly see
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| My crew thick I don’t give two shits
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| You can suck my dick you should probably flee |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Problem Solver , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album God of the Serengeti, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп