Drag-on - Problem Child lyrics

{Mysonne} (DMX) {Mysonne, Mysonne the problem child DMX Ruff Ryders} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {Problem Children, y'all n***as 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***as 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***as Popping shots like corks in n***as, sticking forks in n***as 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***as 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***as 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***as wanna talk but they don't want no problems [Chorus] [DMX] All y'all n***as 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***as striptease in front of me It's fun to me, nitches [Chorus]