Problems - Rapper Big Pooh

Yeeeeah.

hah, hi haters

Guess what, I’m baaaaaack!

I know you niggas missed me man

I know you missed me, you know how I know?

Cause my name stay in your fucking mouth

Yo, listen up, uh

Muh’fucker think quick, I don’t do much but talk shit

Swallow spit, that’s my life

I can hear the people now screaming «Damn, he trife»

Five years since the +The Listening+ and I can’t change?

Guess what, priorities rearrange

Got fam looking at me like «Damn, you strange»

After all this time I couldn’t stay the same

Had to get a new picture, I just kept the frame

In a whole new zone, so when you hear me speak

It’s a whole new tone, yes I am prone

To tell wannabe rap niggas go home

Who pop a lot of shit till they standing alone

Look, I stand tall whether wrong or right

Don’t do petty shit, keep it out my sight

For the right cause homie, yes we do fight

If you seeing all of us then it’s not your night, right?

+ (Rapper Big Pooh)

I hear 'em talking like «You got a prob»

(You better know I’m always on my job, now everybody like.)

«We don’t really want no problems B»

«Have our name in the obituary column sheets»

(Ay, I heard 'em say «You a bastard case»)

They better chill 'fore I blast the place, now errbody like.

«We don’t really want no problems B»

«Have our name in the obituary column sheets»

My last name Murder, it ain’t Bradley, it ain’t Parker

I ain’t got no brothers, fuck +Danny+, I don’t wear no +Glovers+

Bold with it like the Catholic who be cussing in church

My bitch stay hot, chinky eyed, dutch in her purse

Fucking with me, believe you’ll be stuck in a hearse

The doctor couldn’t save your life cause I was fucking his nurse

In love with the dirt cause clean just really ain’t my style

A bastard cause I told your moms you really ain’t my child

Bitch I pulled out, like I did with the MAC millie

Fool with the tool, get abused when I act silly

That’ll really make the whole situation jacked up

Jo' be the period when pussies wanna act tough

Bleed you, whole plate of hollow points to feed you

Dolo for the dance cause your partners chose to leave you

How a felon walk around with guns, ain’t that illegal?

Mind your business fuck boy, I’ll see you when I seek you

+ (Rapper Big Pooh)

(Ay, I heard 'em say «You a bastard case»)

They better chill 'fore I blast the place, now errbody like.

«We don’t really want no problems B»

«Have our name in the obituary column sheets»

I hear 'em talking like «You got a prob»

(You better know I’m always on my job, now everybody like.)

«We don’t really want no problems B»

«Have our name in the obituary column sheets»

Yeah, you don’t really want no problem with the team man

H.O.J.

Hall of Justus, we ride heavy, uh

Illmind on production of course nigga