Problem

[Verse 1: Lyte]
Show up where you live ho
Send 'em in your crib-o
My killers ain't little, size of a hippo (what?)
Stretched like a limo, turnt to a cripple
Give no fucks, turn this wife to a widow (sorry)
Bimbo puttin’ out a kiddo
I'ma get this motherfucker poppin' like a pimple
Spark it like a Zippo, target is your temple
When I get to busting with the biscuit better limbo
It's simple, no lip ho, I'll rock you like Kimbo
I heard that you've been talking reckless (agh, reckless)
Keep playing with me boy that's a death wish (agh)
I'ma bring your whole block down like Tetris (agh)
Let this marinate in yo head, it is a beast
Fuck what you say, got a fetish for beef
He ain't doing shit! Say it again and I'll end this, capisce?
No peace so please hold these nuts
Never been scared of the police once (nope)
Hanging these motherfuckers like trophy bucks
Eat 'em and shit 'em out like Yoshi's lunch
I'ma show these chumps, no bitch in my blood
Yes you a pest! Boxelder bug
And I stay with the metal like a welder does
And I'm bustin' off shots like Elmer Fudd (hahahaha)
Or Marvin the Martian ham
Squeeze that clip 'till the carbon jam (ten hut!)
Yes I'm in charge, I’m the sergeant, fam
After the green like a Spartan fan
When the cartridge slam and your cartilage rip (rragh)
Soon as I spark this bitch, my target hit
Beg your pardon bitch, you don't want to start this shit (start this shit)

[Chorus: Lyte]
Bitch we hella deep! See we mobbin' with a bunch
And you don't want this beef! It ain't no problem to get touched
Better watch how you speak! 'Cause you doin' way too much
And we really in these streets! Get that smoke like a Dutch
And that's the last straw and I'ma smash y'all
'Cause y'all don't want it with me (don't want it with me)
'Cause I'm a problem, I'm a problem
I'm a problem (problem, problem)
You gon' see

[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]
I'm a problem, boy, I be with the shit
They want to figure me out like arithmetic
So when I pull up on 'em niggas quick to split
When I click click niggas be shitting bricks
Risk-Risk-Risking it (risking it), I be taking chances
Don't do loans, don't do advances
Rather lay a nigga cold on the canvas
Me and Wes killing from Cleveland to Kansas
When I brandish niggas vanish
They confused 'cause they can't understand this
How I manage, I'm a savage damage
I'm a natural, they can't plan this
Should've known better than to fall out with the OG
Nigga think he know me but he really don't know me
All up in my business making moves on the low-key
Not my friend, you are not my homie, homie
Type of nigga keep a rocket in his pocket
Niggas mouths' running like a leaky ass faucet
Speaking on my name get you laid in the coffin
Playing silly games will make you a target
Raw shit, hard shit, how you want to call it?
Burner is a problem who wanna solve it?
None of that buster shit I'm involved with
Just don't trust a trick, that's real boss shit

[Chorus: Lyte]
Bitch we hella deep! See we mobbin' with a bunch
And you don't want this beef! It ain't no problem to get touched
Better watch how you speak! 'Cause you doin' way too much
And we really in these streets! Get that smoke like a Dutch
And that's the last straw and I'ma smash y'all
'Cause y'all don't want it with me (don't want it with me)
'Cause I'm a problem, I'm a problem
I'm a problem (problem, problem)
You gon' see

[Verse 3: Stevie Stone]
You enjoying your karma
You heartless, a bother, rage and dishonor (dishonor)
Only way we can solve it, faded apartments
I'm blazing your garments
Yeah! Big dog when I come 'round (cuh)
50 deep, we can breeze through (skrrt)
Real niggas don't talk much, but I can't wait 'til I see you (huh)
Small talk can get yo head cracked
I be hands on, that how we do (yeah)
All my niggas they be all active and all black and here's a preview
We can get your head up (huh), dry a nigga wet up (wet up)
Bet y'all niggas are bound, we never let up (yeah)
Slapped y'all niggas around, you can't get up (yeah)
Bad bitch sitting around, you get set up
Move cautious! If it's beef I'ma come real deep
On the street, light niggas won't like it
This round trip priceless
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

[Chorus: Lyte]
Bitch we hella deep! See we mobbin' with a bunch
And you don't want this beef! It ain't no problem to get touched
Better watch how you speak! 'Cause you doin' way too much
And we really in these streets! Get that smoke like a Dutch
And that's the last straw and I'ma smash y'all
'Cause y'all don't want it with me