Method Man - Problem lyrics

rate me

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 nigga right there... let's do it

Never count me out, nigga, just count me in... yeah...

Look, I ain't came to bone these chicks

Not this time, I got a bone to pick, I got a zone to pick

Now, who that nigga in the zone and shit

Back in the building like he own the bitch, 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 nigga had to swallow them dimes

While 85 percent swallowing swine, see

Wherever he roam, it's all gravy, man, whatever he hone

Long as I got myself a Marilyn loan, phillies are better chrome

If there's a problem, nigga, let it be known

And while I sleep, my bitch be checkin' my phone, cause I'm a problem, nigga

Ease up, or put them g's up

Scream at ya frog, nigga leap up (now who got a problem with that?)

They need to beast up, nigga, speak up or

Forever hold they peace up (if they got a problem with that)

Hey you (don't want no problem nigga) Hey you (don't want no problem nigga)

Hey you (don't want no problem nigga) Hey you (don't want no problem nigga)

Hey you ("Believe, what I say, when I tell ya" - DMX sample)

Yeah, you, nigga, you don't want no problem with that

Look, my Clan all one in the same

Until my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga

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. on 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, nigga, wait in the car

Motherfuckers I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonaise jars

Purple haze, Cuban layed cigars, I'm a problem, nigga

E, you know I'm just like that

Big baller nigga, just like Shaq, so come on, niggaz

If they bust, I better bust right back

Meth spit it from the gut, like *gunshot* man down

I'm that dude, hands down, stare 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'ma problem, nigga