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problem child - styles p lyrics

[chorus]
why can’t you be man enough (aha ha ha)
to tell me where your coming from (oh oh)
(yea where you at n-gga?)
(load up n-gga)
(who aha ha ha)

yo, can’t really figure this clown out
where is he from jamaica, queens, cali or down south? (where you from?)
and i could let an la gun hit ’em
but grape street already told me you pay ’em to run wit’ ’em (?)
i could let a new york knife poke ’em
with 1 of my throw aliways but i don’t wanna see no cops smoke ’em
uh somebody tell pa we ridin’ (we ridin’)
and get read to auction of the car he die in (ebay)
whenever we bump heads, since you like havin’ people witchu
getchu a hospital with bunk beds (ha ha ha)
without dr.dre you would just make slow jams
come up outta that witness protection program ?
hov don’t really respect you, get in ya place
if big was alive he’da probably spit in ya face
nas been doin’ just fine without you (esco)
and pac probably woulda made an album about you (yea)
so i guess that just leaves me here to get rid of you
and rakim an ’em they don’t even consider you (uh uh)
em know you ain’t got nothin’ for jada (nothin’)
and i know he appreciates all the money you made ’em
it’s two thousand and 5 n0body fights fair (uh uh)
i just know an instrumentals ya worse nightmare
but you tough and you bad too bad you mad (yea)
probably been in ya own hood more than you have (ok)
yea you sold more records than me
but in the streets you gon’ always be second to me
we was d-mn near feelin’ you (uh huh)
even though ya careers is based on somebody d-mn near k!llin’ you
sh-t you be doin’ ain’t even considered rappin’ to us (nah)
this is probably the best thing to happen to us
the best w-nksta, internet gangsta, magazine mobster
sh-t on ya whole roster (uh)
get ready to say hail mary’s and our fathers
get out ya black suits and hard bottoms
haha and don’t worry i got ’em
he ain’t a problem child just a child with a problem (d-block ahaha)

(aha ha)
why can’t you be man enough (we love it n-gga)
to tell me where your coming from (lets go)
(0-5)(sp)

d-block don’t think it n-gga (d-block)
take a p-ss in ya formula 50, drink it n-gga
get shot out the reeboks n-gga
got shot and ain’t shoot nothin’ back, yous a biatch n-gga (yous a b-tch)
if i woulda got shot on grandmas stoop
i’d woulda aired somebody grandma duke, right? (ha)
in the streets they say “50 who shot ya?”
named 3 n-ggas soon as he came out the doctor (you told ’em)(come on)
and you far from a gangsta n-gga
you was talkin’ bout yaself when you made w-nksta n-gga (haha)
listen, why work out c-ck guns on the d-v-d (why)
run around with cops from homicide and t-n-t? (cops)
n-gga you can suck my d-ck
come around without cops sh-ts on you gon’ get touched quick (you get touched)
’cause i was at the vibe when it jumped off, put 50 grand up
you p-ssy you ain’t even lift a hand up (you didn’t do sh-t)
ya man stabbed somethin’, police grabbed somethin’
but besides that i ain’t see n0body man up?
sh-t what the plot is about? (what?)
’cause you know that you don’t need a dentist to get shot in the mouth (uh uh)
and the hood hate ya sh-t but you hot in the south
it’s the crackas that buy the album what’s the plottin’ about? (whats it about)
many men make a wish but we ain’t many men (uh uh)
so you gon’ get death when we let them semis spit (what?)

[chorus]
why can’t you be man enough
to tell me where your coming from
to tell me where your coming from

- styles p lyrics

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