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DMX - They Don't Won't No Problems lyrics

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{Mysonne} (DMX)

{Mysonne, Mysonne the problem child DMX Ruff Ryders}

(Wanna flow wanna problem)

{Problem Children, y'all niggaz got problems}

(Wanna flow wanna problem)

[Chorus]

{But they don't want no problems} (Nah baby)

{But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem)

{But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems}

(Wanna flow wanna problem)

{But they don't want no problems}

{But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem)

{But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems}

(No problems I'm telling you baby)

[Mysonne]

Yo, yo I told niggaz to pack they bags or grab they guns

Before I come it's tolate y'all had your fun

It's all over now, I don't wanna talk to niggaz

Popping shots like corks in niggaz, sticking forks in niggaz

Cause they done, only reason y'all still breathing is cause y'all run

When we bust shots, my nigga clutch glocks

Right in front of precents fuck cops

niggaz want pops then they die for them

Kiss the barrel, cry for them

Spirt leave your body touch the sky for them

Fuck voltron see what me and mines form

In the nine storm, death times gone

I'm that cat that y'all niggaz got your eyes on

Go to papi broke trying to get your pies on

The day that I'm gone I'm real fuck stardom

niggaz wanna talk but they don't want no problems

[Chorus]

[DMX]

All y'all niggaz want is your heart back dog you pussy

Acting like you really wanna bark back don't push me

Only room enough for one dog to hold the shit down

You cowards know it now i'ma hold it down

When I'm done close it down

It's my shit here, FUCK that nigga just say try shit where

Come on cupcake y'all cats ain't even built like that

I been seen through they bullshit I'm real like that

I know how to walk the dog, I know how to chase the cat

I know how to get a bone, I know how to bring it back

I know how to flip on a nigga split him with the bat

I know how to train a pup to make sure they scratch

You motherfuckers don't want no problems cause my revolver is solving them

One by one until it's all of them

Let that be a lesson to your mans and shit

Keep your fucking mouth shut if your mans want spit, nigga

[Chorus]

[Drag-On]

Well it's the kid that a

Crush your head into a cake batter

Y'all know that cake mix but y'all don't wanna taste this shit

Guns I should've been arrested for

Y'all gone make my bullets expand like a lesspee jaw

Don't you test me boy

Don't fuck with X or Drag to the dash

Cause once you dump in these bags you drag to the trash

Dumpster amoung the rest of them fags

My poker got your skin looking like acupunctures

Keep a silence on the tip can't afford the noise

My banger got a jagged edge like them four boys

If your hot i'll super soak you, won't be able to dry it off

Just relax take you last breath and die it off

Nothing but love I spread

But if you take advantage the weight that's lead will rush your head

You sweat'll die your hair red, like my bitch Eve

And no I'm not a faggot but I make niggaz striptease in front of me

It's fun to me, nitches

[Chorus]

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