Big O - The Problem lyrics

What's up Luo, you can't take Weezy off the hook on this sh**? Well f** it then let it rock, man its straight I'll still eat it Chorus X3 Mother f**ing problem, mother f**ing problem He's a beast he's a dog he's the mother f**ing problem I risk money daily like a stock broker Thought I knew it all influenced small off a Pac poster I j**eles like an arab prince Statey's favorite excuse is me having tints I was trynna' cruise with the baddest b**h No gag reflexes down to the 7th inch I rock chains like Mr.T And they plotting on me, until I lift my tee I'm ready to go to war with his b**h a** Bet he folds in the middle like zig zags I used to Rob with my father's gun I was making moves like I'm on the run All the paper that you made from your petty stick ups You dumb lil' n***as I probly made off of one I do big jobs, real big jobs A lot of connects were good to me, that I still rob Chorus x3 (508 Let's Go, I'm Ready to put the whole motherf**ing city on my back) Where I'm from it's so hard trynna be legit Coming up I always tried to be the sh** Fast money took momma's little boy away Turned to crime like f** what an employer pay I had to pa** the bottle Call me batman, I mastered robbin I done came up I'm bringing packs from boston like what you need cousin I always got a P like I had a bladder problem I'm real cautious when I move out the wheels Got more crackers on my back than two dollar bills Before I get low, I gotto order mo' 1 wheel on our lex, and a handle on a 44 With a nose thats longer than pinoccio's Big O started younger than colodrero Yeah, all I spit is hot bars These aren't rap bars, they Allah-hu ack bars Chorus