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no problems - dmx lyrics

[intro: dmx]
wanna flow, wanna problem
for real

[chorus: billy ray (dmx)]
these cowards be on 100 deep (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas grill me in the streets (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas act like something sweet (but they don’t want no problems)
nah, nah (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas frontin’ in the clubs (dog! they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas thought of bustin’ slugs (they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas swear to god they thugs (but they don’t want no problems)
(nah, baby, they don’t want no problems)

[verse 1: mysonne]
i told n*ggas to pack they bags or grab they guns before i come
it’s too late, y’all had your fun!
it’s all over now! i don’t wanna talk to n*ggas!
popping shots like corks in n*ggas!
sticking forks in n*ggas’ cause they done!
only reason that y’all still breathing is cause y’all run!
when we bust shots, my n*gga clutch glocks
broad daylight in front of precincts; f*ck cops!
n*ggas want pops? then they die for them!
kiss the barrel, cry for them!
spirit leave your body, touch the sky for them
f*ck voltron! see what me and mines form
in the .9 storm; death: time’s gone!
i’m that cat that y’all n*ggas got your eyes on
go to papi broke trying to get your pies on
the day that i’m gone i’m real f*ck stardom
n*ggas wanna talk, but they don’t want no problems!
[chorus: billy ray (dmx)]
these cowards be on 100 deep (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas grill me in the streets (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas act like something sweet (but they don’t want no problems)
nah, nah (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas frontin’ in the clubs (dog! they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas thought of bustin’ slugs (they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas swear to god they thugs (but they don’t want no problems)
(nah, baby, they don’t want no problems)

[verse 2: dmx]
all y’all n*ggas want is your heart back; dog, you p*ssy
acting like you really wanna bark back; don’t push me
only room enough for one dog to hold the sh*t down
you cowards know it now (what!?) i’ma hold it down
when i’m done close it down; it’s my sh*t here!
the f*ck that n*gga just say? try sh*t here!
come on, cupcake, y’all cats ain’t even built like that
i done seen through the bullsh*t; 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 n*gga, split him with the bat
i know how to train a pup to make sure they scratch
you motherf*ckers 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 sh*t:
keep your f*cking mouth shut if your mans want spit, n*gga!
[chorus: billy ray (dmx)]
these cowards be on 100 deep (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas grill me in the streets (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas act like something sweet (but they don’t want no problems)
nah, nah (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas frontin’ in the clubs (dog! they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas thought of bustin’ slugs (they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas swear to god they thugs (but they don’t want no problems)
(nah, baby, they don’t want no problems)

[verse 3: billy ray]
see, by now half of y’all n*ggas is packed
taking deep breaths ’cause billy ray ain’t robbed you yet
y’all claim the sets, i do claim sets
crip or blood, if you crip ? if you blood you bleedin’
and we ain’t leavin’ ’til you motherf*ckers stop breathin’
’til i’m 90 i’m beefin’ and we still ain’t even
as for hoes i got a whole chicken head cl!ck
that’ll run up on your block and suck your whole squad d*ck
it’s them pushy hoes i don’t like, swear to god they p*ssy type
claiming ?
but i like to keep them broads up on me
my out of town h*rnies, when i run up in the telly and stick the orgy
so while your d*ck is in her mouth, and she my attestant
my glock is in your mouth n*gga, and you’re counting your blessings
here’s the lesson: don’t ever go out of town
without a four pound, clown n*gga lay your ass down
[chorus: billy ray (dmx)]
these cowards be on 100 deep (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas grill me in the streets (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas act like something sweet (but they don’t want no problems)
nah, nah (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas frontin’ in the clubs (dog! they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas thought of bustin’ slugs (they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas swear to god they thugs (but they don’t want no problems)
(nah, baby, they don’t want no problems)
these cowards be on 100 deep (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas grill me in the streets (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas act like something sweet (but they don’t want no problems)
nah, nah (but they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas frontin’ in the clubs (dog! they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas thought of bustin’ slugs (they don’t want no problems)
these n*ggas swear to god they thugs (but they don’t want no problems)
(nah, baby, they don’t want no problems)

- dmx lyrics

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