Problems

I got a problem with you niggaz (Muthafuckin right) On god I got a problem with you niggaz (Yea) (Believe it) I got a problem with you niggaz (Lets settle up nigga) I got problems I got issues Solving them with some vigils Loading these pistols perfect I promise they will not miss you My murder game so official Gun pucker then kiss you Family grieving T-shirts reading sayin we'll always miss you You niggaz feel so important To me you're not important like psychics I palm this pistol and swear I see your fortune Move slow that's just for caution That paper I want my portion Let you live kill your mother I call that reverse abortion I'm crazy yea off my rocker Riding round with my partners My partners a combination of gloves mask and this chopper Smoke heavy like a rasta Handle shit like a mobster Conversations of death over shrimp vodka and pasta They ask how far will I go Told me to keep it low Pop him and flee the scene Call it the give and go No matter if friend or foe I do it for the doe So before you meet me and greet me you prolly already know I got a problem wit you niggaz (I don't even want to talk about that shit you dig) On god I got a problem wit you niggaz (Ready load that bitch up get to xing y'all niggaz out) I swear to god I got a problem wit you niggaz (Muthafuckin people in the hood asking a nigga where they can find your ass at) I got a problem wit you niggaz (You already know what we about) Look, In beef I do not have a problem multiplying my gats Adding up all my bullets, Dividing them in my straps To sum up all this math the product equates a fact The more niggaz get hit the more niggaz subtract Sitting low in this Monte Carlo Waiting on who to follow A renegade like Banderas they labeled me desperado I'm switching up ammunition Every others a hollow Hit the switch on this carbon Semi now turns to auto Lose myself in this bottle Still I'm not one to freeze It's Carpe Diem my nigga, every moment I seize Finger around the trigger I don't pull it I squeeze Muzzle flash like a camera I hope you niggaz say cheese Last vision is me with this pistol grip in my palm Walk the valley of death while quoting the book of psalms Moving towards the light hope its with open arms Cause when niggaz get wrong them bullets work like a charm Got a problem wit you niggaz (I don't even want to talk about that shit you dig) On god I got a problem wit you niggaz (Ready load that bitch up get to xing y'all niggaz out) I swear to god I got a problem wit you niggaz (Muthafuckin people in the hood asking a nigga where they can find your ass at) I got a problem wit you niggaz (You already know what we about)