{Mysonne} (DMX)
{Mysonne, Mysonne the problem child DMX Ruff Ryders}
(Wanna flow wanna problem)
{Problem Children, y'all n***az got problems}
(Wanna flow wanna problem)
[Chorus]
{But they don't want no problems} (Nah baby)
{But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem)
{But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems}
(Wanna flow wanna problem)
{But they don't want no problems}
{But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem)
{But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems}
(No problems I'm telling you baby)
[Mysonne]
Yo, yo I told n***az to pack they bags or grab they guns
Before I come it's tolate y'all had your fun
It's all over now, I don't wanna talk to n***az
Popping shots like corks in n***az, sticking forks in n***az
Cause they done, only reason y'all still breathing is cause y'all run
When we bust shots, my n***a clutch glocks
Right in front of precents f** cops
n***az want pops then they die for them
Kiss the barrel, cry for them
Spirt leave your body touch the sky for them
f** voltron see what me and mines form
In the nine storm, d**h times gone
I'm that cat that y'all n***az got your eyes on
Go to papi broke trying to get your pies on
The day that I'm gone I'm real f** stardom
n***az wanna talk but they don't want no problems
[Chorus]
[DMX]
All y'all n***az want is your heart back dog you p**y
Acting like you really wanna bark back don't push me
Only room enough for one dog to hold the sh** down
You cowards know it now i'ma hold it down
When I'm done close it down
It's my sh** here, fu*k that n***a just say try sh** where
Come on cupcake y'all cats ain't even built like that
I been seen through they bullsh** I'm real like that
I know how to walk the dog, I know how to chase the cat
I know how to get a bone, I know how to bring it back
I know how to flip on a n***a split him with the bat
I know how to train a pup to make sure they scratch
You motherf**ers don't want no problems cause my revolver is solving them
One by one until it's all of them
Let that be a lesson to your mans and sh**
Keep your f**ing mouth shut if your mans want spit, n***a
[Chorus]
[Drag-On]
Well it's the kid that a
Crush your head into a cake batter
Y'all know that cake mix but y'all don't wanna taste this sh**
Guns I should've been arrested for
Y'all gone make my bullets expand like a lesspee jaw
Don't you test me boy
Don't f** with X or Drag to the dash
Cause once you dump in these bags you drag to the trash
Dumpster amoung the rest of them f*gs
My poker got your skin looking like acupunctures
Keep a silence on the tip can't afford the noise
My banger got a jagged edge like them four boys
If your hot i'll super soak you, won't be able to dry it off
Just relax take you last breath and die it off
Nothing but love I spread
But if you take advantage the weight that's lead will rush your head
You sweat'll die your hair red, like my b**h Eve
And no I'm not a f*ggot but I make n***az striptease in front of me
It's fun to me, nitches
[Chorus]