Problem Method Man
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[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
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 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, whenever he home
Long as I got myself I'm never alone, feel even better with 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
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
[Verse 1]
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 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, whenever he home
Long as I got myself I'm never alone, feel even better with 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
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