Problems Lyrics - Az

(Chorus) 

I had some problems 

And no one could seem to solve them 

But you found the answer 

Told me to take this chance 

(AZ - speaking over Chorus) 

Yeah, now dig 

You got, rich niggaz right 

They do what they wanna do 

Heh, and you got 

Broke niggaz, you heard? 

They do what they gotta do 

Now ask yourself, which one are you? 

Ha, fall back 

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(Verse 1 - AZ) 

Soakin in Remy, sittin back smokin a twenty 

Shit is scabby, the hustlin is so in me 

Never show envy, got a style I maxed 

I'm like po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that 

Unseen when I'm low, but still right in your face 

I'm so skinny, but that semi-auto's right in my waist 

From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats 

Just imagine how I'm movin if we had any beef 

Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty 

Lower the smoke when I see the D's creepin past me 

Duckin the NARCs, born bustin Dutches apart 

Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you fuck it it fart 

Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow 

Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten below 

Love the streets, the science of the drugs that's deep 

I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat 

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(Chorus) 

(AZ - speaking over Chorus) 

You know! 

Not a soul baby! 

It's all for y'all now 

(Verse 2 - AZ) 

But it seems, y'all would rather 

See me hit than, see my rich 

Get bagged over some bullshit and see me snitch 

Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll leave me sick like 

I'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick 

I did dirt through my days but hid my work 

Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt 

Sweep the next, been knowin since my feet got wet 

From the best turned vet learned to speak direct 

My game's jumpin, we all had our days of barkin 

You could tell niggaz styles by they ways of parkin 

Why dispute it? Dough got us so polluted 

Paranoid to the point it's like we, over-do it 

Police press up, peep how the beasts arrest ya 

Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser 

Toast on me, smoke spray our potpouri 

Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be 

(Chorus) 

(AZ - speaking over Chorus) 

You know! 

Not a soul baby! 

It's all for y'all now 

I got it locked, feel me! 

(Verse 3 - AZ) 

Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain 

It's only real, certain niggaz mention my name 

Some relate, others stay numb in the face 

Tryin to keep steps ahead like we runnin a race 

Nikes and Timbs, lady friends like 'em slim 

Light makeup, that shit that blend right wit they skin 

So what's the issue? All dick sucks is still official 

Cold-steel nickles, and Phil I'm still wit you 

Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin 

Late night, right brake lights black Excursion 

Tree smokin, hustle the rap I'ma keep ropin 

Too many niggaz got deep emotions 

The stress got 'em, who else wanna express they problems? 

Get upset, but real vets respect the bottom 

To a false, feel a fake love or hate 

Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate 

(Chorus) 

(AZ - speaking over Chorus) 

You know! 

Not a soul baby! 

It's all for y'all now 

What y'all want from me? 

(Chorus) 

(AZ - speaking over Chorus) 

Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man, stop fuckin wit me 

I'm tryin to live man, nah mean? 

I been at the bottom, I was risin - fell back down 

I'm tryin to climb up man 

Get off my back baby 

It's all a game man don't hate me hate the game 

AZ the Visualiza return, once again 

Love life, hate, what the fuck...