You makin' me nervous, what is your purpose? One more move, it's your funeral service What the fuck is the problem? What the fuck is the problem? What the fuck is the problem
rap fans are taking these shit serious It ain't New York versus L.A. 'Cause really it's hip-hop, not a big ole' problem Now let's see what we could
winter, hot slugs through your snorkel No parents, tale from my horror's no morals Raised in the wrong era, with no guidance So you dyin? It's no problem, no lyin Drag's
look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O. Fuck bitches on the reg' with no problemo Iceberg, rabbits, and the fox and more
making yourself look whack Your dude got a problem, better tell him to fall back I'm goin' real big in V.I.P., hear that loud tack See, it's me and Chris
hatin', but love my style And ladies go crazy, they love my smile P Diddy the man push Bentley Sedan, nigga Get money, that's simply the plan True chocolate mack who's pocket's
rap style real serious What you think it ain't...that serious? I bang clubs and streets it's gettin hot See Mack won't stop until Mack's on top Young
E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC's
Mo Goodie] I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what's up It's T-Mo and Outkast in the back of my truck We gotta simple little problem that we got
t see That I'm a motherfuckin' P I M P I'm 'bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fuckin' with me, I'm a P I M P Not what you see on
I love you, baby? Gotta (Lemar, Styles P, the Ghost, let's go) Since back in the day, we've been close friends You would call on me tellin' me your problems
You don't want no problems with me (LADIES!) You see me, leave me alone 'Fore somethin bad happen, y'know? HAHAHAHAHAHA~! [Swizz Beatz] Who want a problem ha, ha? (*4X*) [Styles P
] Whenever you're down, a mess I will be there baby I will lift you up when When there's trouble girl Look over your shoulders honey When there's (trouble
f*** am I supposed to smile s*** (Styles P) I don't know my n***a I ask myself the same s*** everyday How the f*** am I supposed to smile Life's real
it right to a beat What I would do what I would say if we would one day meet Started gettin' older, still lovin' your style How you dressed how you drove the whole '80's
burning like a flame and so eternal do the same Stirring the pant and keeping it up to you Girl, that's my game and Mr. P Man, it's my name Give it to
ahead and say what you say Imma do me in the mean while cuz Chorus: Roscoe Dash Man I'm in a daze, walking round, round in a maze there's money to
your style and your physique And I ain't trying to critique, but you deserve a good drink, so what's up? What you sippin' on? It's no problem Black