Az - Problems

[Chorus]
 I had some problems
 And no one could seem to solve them
 But you found the answer
 Told me to take this chance

 [AZ - speaking over Chorus]
 Yeah, now dig
 You got, rich niggaz right
 They do what they wanna do
 Heh, and you got
 Broke niggaz, you heard?
 They do what they gotta do
 Now ask yourself, which one are you?
 Ha, fall back

 [Verse 1 - AZ]
 Soakin in Remy, sittin back smokin a twenty
 Shit is scabby, the hustlin is so in me
 Never show envy, got a style I maxed
 I'm like po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that
 Unseen when I'm low, but still right in your face
 I'm so skinny, but that semi-auto's right in my waist
 From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats
 Just imagine how I'm movin if we had any beef
 Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty
 Lower the smoke when I see the D's creepin past me
 Duckin the NARCs, born bustin Dutches apart
 Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you fuck it it fart
 Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow
 Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten below
 Love the streets, the science of the drugs that's deep
 I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat

 [Chorus]

 [AZ - speaking over Chorus]
 You know!
 Not a soul baby!
 It's all for y'all now

 [Verse 2 - AZ]
 But it seems, y'all would rather
 See me hit than, see my rich
 Get bagged over some bullshit and see me snitch
 Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll leave me sick like
 I'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick
 I did dirt through my days but hid my work
 Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt
 Sweep the next, been knowin since my feet got wet
 From the best turned vet learned to speak direct
 My game's jumpin, we all had our days of barkin
 You could tell niggaz styles by they ways of parkin
 Why dispute it? Dough got us so polluted
 Paranoid to the point it's like we, over-do it
 Police press up, peep how the beasts arrest ya
 Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser
 Toast on me, smoke spray our potpouri
 Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be

 [Chorus]

 [AZ - speaking over Chorus]
 You know!
 Not a soul baby!
 It's all for y'all now
 I got it locked, feel me!

 [Verse 3 - AZ]
 Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain
 It's only real, certain niggaz mention my name
 Some relate, others stay numb in the face
 Tryin to keep steps ahead like we runnin a race
 Nikes and Timbs, lady friends like 'em slim
 Light makeup, that shit that blend right wit they skin
 So what's the issue? All dick sucks is still official
 Cold-steel nickles, and Phil I'm still wit you
 Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin
 Late night, right brake lights black Excursion
 Tree smokin, hustle the rap I'ma keep ropin
 Too many niggaz got deep emotions
 The stress got 'em, who else wanna express they problems?
 Get upset, but real vets respect the bottom
 To a false, feel a fake love or hate
 Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate

 [Chorus]

 [AZ - speaking over Chorus]
 You know!
 Not a soul baby!
 It's all for y'all now
 What y'all want from me?

 [Chorus]

 [AZ - speaking over Chorus]
 Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man, stop fuckin wit me
 I'm tryin to live man, nah mean?
 I been at the bottom, I was risin - fell back down
 I'm tryin to climb up man
 Get off my back baby
 It's all a game man don't hate me hate the game

 AZ the Visualiza return, once again
 Love life, hate, what the fuck... {*music fades*}