Lyrics:
the hell, from the labels
I really thought it was all over, and in a sense, it all is
And man, I guess that's the problem huh, no wife, no family, no kids
No
right, yo
Verse One: Dr. Dre
fuck the motherfucking police!
They don't want peace, they want a nigga deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem, and by
to Eminem would let me spit
Closest thing to the rapper requirement
Was losing my family in a gun firing
And scraping two pennies just to make a dollar
And I might shoot his ass in the face, straight up
Don't believe in hoe problems so I leave these hoes
You did that time by yourself so you don't need
I wanna tell you
I'm right here
But I'm still so angry even after all these years
I know your family was falling apart
So I don't blame you, but
sense of hope
Robbing the people, the ignorant folk
Blessings upon you, I pray for your souls
I've seen the people get swallowed by greed
303 repping,
goin' at niggaz pockets
The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit
Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit
Then help me find my shit
goin' at niggaz pockets
The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit
Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit
Then help me find my shit
your house by your own flesh and blood
Calling your friend family cause he closer than they was
Trying to fill this void so he cope a lot with the drugs,
Lately, I demonstrated problems issued by a different outcome
I tried to solve them but the problem is I love to try to solve them
And flowers
your daddy's in sight
Yeah, nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes
For the first time, praise God, baby mom's crying
Planned to be a strong black family
everything and rise is how i fear
My vision is clear
I walk by faith let god steer
I've had some problems
No one can seem to solve them nooo
I've had some
the problem right between the eyes you long lost child
I wanna feel your body breaking
Wanna feel your body breaking and shaking and left in the cold
I
a chance
Gambling, whatchu gon' do when it's
Time to feed your family?
You gon' go handle it by gambling
We gambling, ayy, gambling
Gambling, gambling, ayy,
Supportin my family, fuckin with my dogs and reportin
According to the man upstairs, we all got our own problems
So why the fuck you worryin about theirs
face cream
Doctors say I have a problem
I see nothing but the bread
Told me close my eyes "what you see"
Y'all know what I said!
[Chorus]
It started when someone’s car tire from other clan getting deflated by himself
And suddenly they accused us and blamed us for causing that weird
a fuckin' problem with me, dude
And they need to take it up with me after the show
Because
These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're
dizzy
Niggas on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
Case I'm every chased by
a fuckin' problem with me, dude
And they need to take it up with me after the show
Because
These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're
Lord, I've really been real stressed, down and out, losing ground
Although I am black and proud, problems got me pessimistic
Brothers and sisters
up to his dome
Two assistants, two bank accounts, two homes
One problem, even with the O's on his check
The po-po stop him and show no respect
"Is
hand to think how
When they're just words coming out of my mouth
On one side my dad is going crazy
The other side my mom hates me
Family falling apart
Bitch like I ain't got no problems
Got all these damn problems
Got all these damn problems
My Family and bitch
Judge A Nigga so much I'm startin to call
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