Nothing they can say and nothing they can do It's no problem for me, but it's a problem for you! You You But it's a problem for you! You You It's no problem
Pita Eat 'em up yum, and your flawed Mutha-fuck Billboard and the editor Here comes the Predator. Check your head for the new style Fuck Lawerence Powell and Presino, Wynd and
wreck Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...
And throw folks behind bars, like little jars They supposed be there just to serve and protect But they just punch faces a lot and choke necks Then
, run and tell them it's the L M Nigga with the gat and I'm back Off the everyday prey that I slay Rollin' with a fo' chase ya through South Central
To all, rise and shine, give God the glory I already give a percent of mine to Bert and Cory And still got bills and employees to pay So excuse me Lord
wrong dream and wrong colour You see Ibrahim, there's something I've been meaning to tell you Being hungry and poor bestows no special status upon you
And throw folks behind bars, like little jars. They supposed be there just to serve and protect, But they just punch faces a lot, and choke necks. Then
aces. All we knew was chasing paper! Don't know shit but selling dope, that's how the system made ya I see a bunch of haters, I see the problems major
the Pita Eat 'em up yum, and your flawed Mutha-fuck Billboard and the editor Here comes the Predator. Check your head for the new style Fuck Lawerence Powell and Presino, Wynd and
Tara Chase] One for the money and two's for my bros And three is for the cause, pause And four is for the tricks and stuff Wanna bang with us, and again
what the problem is? What the problem is What the problem is Wanna know what the problem is Can you tell me what the problem is? [Verse 1: Murs] The problem
