Erick Sermon - Problem lyrics

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Erick Sermon - Problem lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] You don't want no problems, problems You don't want no problems, problems Yeah... real man... with ya stinkin' a** Come on... that's my n***a right there... let's do it Never count me out, n***a, just count me in... yeah... [Method Man] Look, I ain't came to bone these chicks Not this time, I got a bone to pick, I got a zone of piff Now, who that n***a in the zone and sh** Back in the building like he own the b**h, nobody cold as this If I ain't got it, then it don't exist I spit that bird flu, my flows is sick, I'm still as ill as they come Protect Ya Neck, when you dealing with them Now Erick stick a fork in him, he done, hah It boggles the mind, like try'nna 'ketchup' to a bottle of Heinz It's like forensics try'nna follow the crime, they want time And sometime, a n***a had to swallow them dimes While 85 percent swallowing swine, see Wherever he roam, it's all gravy, man, whenever he home Long as I got myself I'm never alone, feel even better with chrome If there's a problem, n***a, let it be known And while I sleep, my b**h be checkin' my phone, cause I'm a problem, n***a [Hook: Method Man] Ease up, or put them g's up Scream at ya frog, n***a leap up (now who got a problem with that?) They need to beast up, n***a, speak up or Forever hold they peace up (if they got a problem with that) Hey you (don't want no problem n***a) Hey you (don't want no problem n***a) Hey you (don't want no problem n***a) Hey you (don't want no problem n***a) Hey you ("Believe, what I say, when I tell ya" - DMX sample) Yeah, you, n***a, you don't want no problem with that [Method Man] Look, my Clan all one in the same Until my name number one in the game, it's not a game, n***a Like Billy Danze, I be running with Fame Me and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life Hard body, another day in the life Credit his momma now for raising him right, just want the people to know I'm bout to blow, like I'm shaking the dice Making me mad? Nah, y'all making me right, cause y'all was taking me light So let my pen talk and say what he like And have the court system say and indict, I'm O.J.ing the mic Liquid plumber, I be laying the pipe And if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight Not only raising on the price, on M.C.'ing, but I'm raising the bar And if you scary, n***a, wait in the car Motherf**ers I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonaise jars Purple haze, Cuban layed cigars, I'm a problem, n***a [Hook] [Method Man] E, you know I'm just like that Big baller n***a, just like Shaq, so come on, n***as If they bust, I better bust right back Meth spit it from the gut, like *gunshot* man down I'm that dude, hands down, stand down I'm past due, for Cash Rule, y'all can't clown I'm bank now, your a** lose, nothing but rhyme New York Times, I'm bad news, and I'mma problem, n***a [Hook 2X]

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