Problem lyrics

by

Method Man & Redman


[Intro: Method Man]
You don't want no problems, problems
You don't want no problems, problems
Yeah... real man... with ya stinkin' ass
Come on... that's my n*gga right there... let's do it
Never count me out, n*gga, 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*gga in the zone and sh*t
Back in the building like he own the b*tch, 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*gga 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*gga, let it be known
And while I sleep, my b*tch be checkin' my phone, cause I'm a problem, n*gga

[Hook: Method Man]
Ease up, or put them g's up
Scream at ya frog, n*gga leap up (now who got a problem with that?)
They need to beast up, n*gga, speak up or
Forever hold they peace up (if they got a problem with that)
Hey you (don't want no problem n*gga) Hey you (don't want no problem n*gga)
Hey you (don't want no problem n*gga) Hey you (don't want no problem n*gga)
Hey you ("Believe, what I say, when I tell ya" - DMX sample)
Yeah, you, n*gga, 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*gga
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*gga, wait in the car
Motherf*ckers I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonaise jars
Purple haze, Cuban layed cigars, I'm a problem, n*gga

[Hook]

[Method Man]
E, you know I'm just like that
Big baller n*gga, just like Shaq, so come on, n*ggas
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 ass lose, nothing but rhyme
New York Times, I'm bad news, and I'mma problem, n*gga
[Hook 2X]
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