Problem Child Lyrics - Onyx

Problem 

You don't really want a problem 

But now you've motherfucking got one 

Are you looking for a problem, problem, problem, problem? 

5:00 AM, cops at my door 

Let's go find out what they knockin' for 

This could be a problem we couldn't afford 

But they won't find the dope cause it's under the floor 

Looking at my moly, yes about that time 

Before I leave the crib I gotta cock that nine 

We roll deep, need two or three sprinters 

Lookin' like the last supper when we eat dinner 

Paparazzi make me lose my cool 

Don't try to play cause I'm not that dude 

Fuck the law cause my name ain't "you" 

I'm a born leader, I don't follow the rules 

Sss, I got a short fuse 

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When I stick two fingers I leave your face bruised 

Who can't pay whe a nigga pays due 

Ain't no way, ain't no way we can lose 

I'm a watermelon-chicken-eating, blood-smoking 

Handy trigger, guts open, always creeping 

Dice rolling and we're scheming 

Might blow for any reason 

Eyes glow, I see a heathen 

Double crossing, don't believe it 

Still down in an inner demon 

Holy now 

Holy now 

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When you come down terrorizing your town 

When I wrote my rules and we out on a prowl 

If you didn't know it, you're knowin' it now 

I'll always be a motherfucking problem child 

We is what everybody warns you about 

Better stay clear when you see us around 

If you didn't know it, you're knowin' it now 

I'll always be a motherfucking problem child 

Onyx comin' through, we raisin' hell 

Just saw the Devil, we blazed the L 

A few of us spent a couple days in jail 

We used the tour money to raise the bail 

Everyone round here know I got the crew with me 

The boy keepin' one hunnids like two-fifties 

Weed in the telly, that's another two-fifty 

Wet towels at the door but the weed was too piffy 

I'm a problem child, I be throwin tantrums 

Drank too much and threw up in the Phantom 

I'm no fool comin up with anthems 

Make niggas start throwin up their handguns 

You keep away, I start stompin' my feet 

Havin' a fit, breaking everything in my reach 

I gotta breathe deep and count to ten 

One, two, three, fuck that shit 

Holy now 

Holy now 

When you come down terrorizing your town 

When I wrote my rules and we out on a prowl 

If you didn't know it, you're knowin' it now 

I'll always be a motherfucking problem child 

We is what everybody warns you about 

Better stay clear when you see us around 

If you didn't know it, you're knowin' it now 

I'll always be a motherfucking problem child 

Problem 

You don't really want a problem 

But now you've motherfucking got one 

Are you looking for a problem, problem, problem, problem? 

Problem 

You don't really want a problem 

But now you've motherfucking got one 

Are you looking for a problem, problem, problem, problem?