Guerilla Black - Problem Solver lyrics

Pull out the black suits and start singing Amazing Grace Cause im bout to blaze his a** from his face to waist f** Hussein I'm America's threat A terrorist with a Tec and I ain't scared to sh** Like I said I'll die for this sh** Create lines of infrared standing over your bed With the pillow over your face to muffle the shot Creep out real quiet jump back in the drop (Ha) I'm so black f** a mask for the robbery All I do is close my mouth you see my eyes then heat And a blast if that n***a don't act right Six days from now he laying in a casket upright With the choir singing is there a heaven for a wa*ksta f**in' with me even your momma will get shanked up [Chorus ]2x These n***as they got problems (Problems) But I got something to solve em' (Solve em') Don't get hit with the revolver (volver) Lay that a** up in a coffin (Coffin) I'm 350 n***a f** the scuffle Have the coroner pick that a** up in the duffle Calling your mom at three in the morning Sending they condolences the tears is pouring Like the Hypnot in my cup 6 shots to his neck The boy played me for p**y but all he got was nuts My sick and disturbed thoughts almost earned me a trip to the California gas chamber You done pa**ed danger you going towards the light Can you see your homeboy kicking it with Christ Psyche that's the devil One of your n***as' throat cut The other one's skull bashed in with the shovel Then I'm there helping your girl get through the sh** Tucking in your son giving her all this dick (Oh you wrong) But you can't judge me I went from good bad to the mad ugly I'm a guerrilla raised in these habitats n***as with red and blue burners and hood tats [Chorus] 2x Yeah (Yeah) Problems (Problems) n***a we solve em' Dolla Figga Joint Custody