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AZYeah Now dig You got, rich niggas right They do what they want to do Ha, and you got Broke niggas, you heard? They do what they gotta do Now ask yourself, which one are you Ha, fall back I had some problems And no one could seem to solve them But you found the answer Told me to take this chance Soakin' in Remy Sittin' back smokin' a twenty Shit is scabby The hustlin' is so in me Never so envy, got a style on max I'm like Po SongtextePackin' eighty four Now smile at that Unseen when I'm low But still right in your face I'm so skinny But that semi-autos right in my waist From Jags to Jeeps With them raggedy seats Just imagine how I'm movin' if we had any beats Beats relax me Good cheeba keeps me nasty Lower the smoke when I see the G's creepin' past me Duckin' a notch Bustin Dutches apart Love pussy wit pretty lips When you fuck it it fart Frina froFreak for the rims that glow Rock Timbs in the summer or ten below Blood in streets The signs of the drugs that's deep I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat You Know! Not a soul baby! It's all for y'all now But it seems y'all would rather See me hit Then see my rich Get bagged over some bullshit Then see me snitch Hopin' some days old bitch will leave me sick Like I'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick I did dirt through my days But hit my worth Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt Sweepin' next Been on since my feet got wet From the best turned vet Learned to speak direct My games jumpin'We all had out days of barkin'You could tell niggas styles by they ways of parkin'While dispute it Doe got us so polluted Paranoid to the point its like we, over do it Police pressure Peep how the beasts suppress ya Rough up, hand-cuff and treat you lesser Toast on me Smoke spray your popouree y'all can bet ima rap how its supposed to be You Know! Not a soul baby! It's all for y'all now I got it locked, feel me! If in a game Get chills on a sniff on my chain It's only real, certain niggas mention my name Some relate Others stay numbin' the face Tryin; to keep steps ahead like we runnin' a race Nikes and Timbs Lady friends lime em slim Light make-up That shit that blend right wit the skin So what the issue? All dick sucks is still official Cold-steel nickles And Phil I'm still wit you Ice-bergen On the turn-pike mergin' Late night, right brake lights black the ??? Tree smokin'Hustle the rap ima keep ropin'Too many niggas got feeble motionsDistress got em Who else want to express they problems? Get upset But phil best respect the bottom To a false Feel a fake love or hate Write a wrong as long as the thugs relate You Know! Not a soul baby! It's all for y'all now What y'all want from me?Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man Stop fuckin' wit me I'm tryin' to live me, nah mean? I been at the bottom I was risen Then I fell back down I'm tryin' to climb up man Get off my back baby It's all a game man don't hate me hate the game AZ the Visualiza return, once again Love life, hate, what the fuck
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"Problems" as written by Eldra P/cruz De Barge
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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