Tytuł: Problem child

• Wykonawca: DMX
• Wyświetleń: 189

  
   {Mysonne, Mysonne the problem child DMX Ruff Ryders}
  (Wanna flow wanna problem)
  {Problem Children, y'all niggaz got problems}
  (Wanna flow wanna problem)
  
  [Chorus]
  {But they don't want no problems} (Nah baby)
  {But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem)
  {But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems}
  (Wanna flow wanna problem)
  {But they don't want no problems}
  {But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem)
  {But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems}
  (No problems I'm telling you baby)
  
  [Mysonne]
  Yo, yo I told niggaz to pack they bags or grab they guns
  Before I come it's tolate y'all had your fun
  It's all over now, I don't wanna talk to niggaz
  Popping shots like corks in niggaz, sticking forks in niggaz
  Cause they done, only reason y'all still breathing is cause y'all run
  When we bust shots, my nigga clutch glocks
  Right in front of precents fuck cops
  niggaz want pops then they die for them
  Kiss the barrel, cry for them
  Spirt leave your body touch the sky for them
  Fuck voltron see what me and mines form
  In the nine storm, death times gone
  I'm that cat that y'all niggaz got your eyes on
  Go to papi broke trying to get your pies on
  The day that I'm gone I'm real fuck stardom
  niggaz wanna talk but they don't want no problems
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [DMX]
  All y'all niggaz want is your heart back dog you pussy
  Acting like you really wanna bark back don't push me
  Only room enough for one dog to hold the shit down
  You cowards know it now i'ma hold it down
  When I'm done close it down
  It's my shit here, FUCK that nigga just say try shit where
  Come on cupcake y'all cats ain't even built like that
  I been seen through they bullshit I'm real like that
  I know how to walk the dog, I know how to chase the cat
  I know how to get a bone, I know how to bring it back
  I know how to flip on a nigga split him with the bat
  I know how to train a pup to make sure they scratch
  You motherfuckers don't want no problems cause my revolver is solving them
  One by one until it's all of them
  Let that be a lesson to your mans and shit
  Keep your fucking mouth shut if your mans want spit, nigga
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Drag-On]
  Well it's the kid that a
  Crush your head into a cake batter
  Y'all know that cake mix but y'all don't wanna taste this shit
  Guns I should've been arrested for
  Y'all gone make my bullets expand like a lesspee jaw
  Don't you test me boy
  Don't fuck with X or Drag to the dash
  Cause once you dump in these bags you drag to the trash
  Dumpster amoung the rest of them fags
  My poker got your skin looking like acupunctures
  Keep a silence on the tip can't afford the noise
  My banger got a jagged edge like them four boys
  If your hot i'll super soak you, won't be able to dry it off
  Just relax take you last breath and die it off
  Nothing but love I spread
  But if you take advantage the weight that's lead will rush your head
  You sweat'll die your hair red, like my bitch Eve
  And no I'm not a faggot but I make niggaz striptease in front of me
  It's fun to me, nitches
  
  [Chorus]