It Ain't a Problem

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Rick Ross

William Leonard Roberts II (born January 28, 1976), better known by his stage name Rick Ross (often stylized as RICK RO$$), is an American rapper. Ross founded the record label Maybach Music Group, on which he released his studio albums Deeper Than Rap (2009) and Teflon Don (2010). Ross was also th… more »

It ain't a problem 'til I say it is
 Handle my problem, that's the way it is
 Always talkin' like a bitch but that's the way he is
 After the ride, nobody'll know where he is, Triple C!

When you serve a cat a couple of times 
Knowin' he serve in a couple of towns 
Polaco, Pensacola, down to Duval 
It put you in the midn of a pimp like Too $hort
 Classy nigga walkin' 'round with stacks 
But I'm gettin' word that he talkin' behind my back
Now is the time to listen, you gotta pay attention 
He may pay a henchman, put him up on where you livin 
Tell him all your cars, makes and models 
Tell him how you on steaks and bottles  Opium Sunday, Oxygen Tuesday
How you go to the boxing gym tryin' to lose weight 
He done told a nigga all your routes 
And now you got a lowlife tryin' to figure you out
 Catch you in the driveway, trigger you out
That's what killers about, that's what niggaz allow remember 

 Nigga please! You ain't a cap peeler 
Save that  for your bathroom mirror
No platoon dealer; you niggaz baboons
Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers  Triple C stamp the trillest 
I got B's I'ma spend it, I don't care what the bill is
Them hoes stay at the billets 
And when they ask what year I tell 'em two thousand two million 
A rider without a motor, you got it right I'm a solider 
Long as it's loaded I'ma tote it
I told ya, flow so cold, below frozen
like ice water over the Pro Tools 
But that's old news, update the topic 
What makes the prophet cut cake in projects 
I'ma show him how cupcake his squad is
Duct tape embalmers for makin' them comments 

 Nigga I'm fresh out
Beef it really ain't a problem, one call, half of your boys X'd out
Jail ain't rehabilitate shit!
 Killers and dealers all I affiliate with
 Retaliate and I squeeze mags, you hit you went stiff 
and we ain't playin' freeze tag, you better dip
Chop soundin' like a speed bag, that's it, set a date money I'm hungry 
So I'm robbin' moms for that wake money 
It's Torch, you get a bomb from me, you wan' play?
I survived more athletes than Barry Bonds trainin'
Name 'em, ain't a problem 'til I say it is
Miss a payment I'll be waitin' there, takin' all your favorite shit
Earrings, rings, watches, bracelets  Chains and the flat screen, shawty that 'llac mean
Meanin' it's comin' too, nigga what you wanna do?
I send G to kill you, lay your daddy down in front of you nigga 

Y'all niggaz know who this is
 Nigga this is the homey nigga
Y'all niggaz don't want no problems nigga
Y'all niggaz see us in the club
Y'all be havin y'all gorillas nigga
But y'all niggaz already know nigga  Triple C's nigga, and we out


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