Problems - T.I./B.o.B/Mac Boney

F**k you'll ni**a want with a ni**a like me man

Eat you ni**a for dinner

I'm all on er partner

Don't get it f**ked up

Don't get it f**ked up

You know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, you know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, don't get it f**ked up

Don't get it f**ked up

You know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, you know you don't want these problems

I got a snubnose for you f**k hoes

Steady talking,

Till 5 b**ch you ain't gon board though

I'm a gangsta b**ch,

We aiming like you ain't tonight

I ain't riding with that 5,

Shawty show you're right

Me slip, like how?

On the low between us,

I'm strapped right now

Yeah, fed case ain't nothing to me

I'm a head case, know that when you run into me

Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me

I'm fresh out for some these niggas,

They big dummies to me

Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play

Have yo head in my hallway for 100K

If you know it or you don't

Ni**a, this ain't what you want

Keep on playing with me hating

And you ain't gon make it home

If you know it or you don't

Ni**a, this ain't what you want

Think cause I went the prison

I won't put this pistol to yo dome?

Don't get it f**ked up

Don't get it f**ked up

You know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, you know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, don't get it f**ked up

Don't get it f**ked up

You know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, you know you don't want these problems

It's funny how niggas get hype

When they get on stage with a mic

You know I see them bitin the style cool,

They still can't deliver it right

I've been killing this sh*t for so long,

I don't remember the height

What's that like?

They ain't really bout that life,

They ain't really bout that life

No lie on this mike, chilling with habitual whores

Hit her with the hammer like Thor

This ain't no Ford, this a G4 ho,

Act like you been here before

Open up the suicide doors,

Like I jumped out the window of the 25th floor

Ready for war,

I came out the womb with a sword,

Cut my umbilical chord

See I'm headin where you ain't never been

We are not the same and that's evident

I make flexin just look so effortless

Hit that celery till I'm hella bit

See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate

And they ain't hesitant, not at all

For a ni**a with a proper drawl,

She give me that box

Like the post office dropped it off,

And that's real

If you know it or you don't

Ni**a, this ain't what you want

Keep on playing with me hating

And you ain't gon make it home

If you know it or you don't

Ni**a, this ain't what you want

Think cause I went the prison

I won't put this pistol to yo dome?

Don't get it f**ked up

Don't get it f**ked up

You know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, you know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, don't get it f**ked up

Don't get it f**ked up

You know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, you know you don't want these problems

Damn no Tip, I got these hoes

Live it way, got a sake pose

Covered it like wear ladies flows

New York b**ch, real lady clothes

Put them all now, real ni**a act

Better put it now

You better go for the Oscars

Cause impostors will get whack niggas

That's mobsters

That ain't playing that

Niggas wanna sleep, I lay them down

Shining, you see the ray around,

No recess in this circle

We don't play around

With my zig-zags I J down

This motherf**ker real quick

Cause life be her b**ch

Will I'm gon serve hers big dick

Boy this Compton, driving lane

Me and you'll, it's bout the same

Same ni**a without the game

Keep sh*t, it ain't potty trained

Big bucks like a Shawty bang,

Bad boy with that naughty chain

Big stripes like referees

But home boy this is not a game

So break bread with the real bruh

Make sure you live life till it kill ya

Drop another molly in my tequila

Till my life in my dreams looks familiar

Don't get it f**ked up

Don't get it f**ked up

You know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, you know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, don't get it f**ked up

Don't get it f**ked up

You know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, you know you don't want these problems

Off the drama and I'm back ni**a

Still a king and that's a fact ni**a

F**k talking, I'm that ni**a

That's one deep, no pact ni**a

Bad boy, no act ni**a

No internet, but I'm at niggas

New McLaren, all black ni**a

That's front sealed up like Shaq ni**a

In the game but don't play round

Try this sh*t with me you get layed down

I stick and move, I don't stay round

Make the hardest ni**a turn greyhound

I don't talk the talk, I just run sh*t

How you think you're me but ain't the sh*t

Could go bananas on some sh*t

I keep a team on that dumb sh*t

I keep a strap that just might clap

Money low and I might trap

Yea I'm on it, f**k my opponent

He run up on me, I might snap

Got me feeling like f**k them

I'm face to face, I don't duck them

My heat in hand, I don't tuck them

I don't body bag them, I stuff them

With hot sh*t, hot sh*t

Yea I'm talking bout hot sh*t

With heavy metal, I rock sh*t

Til showing bove but you not sh*t

I go for real, just ask tip

I green light my clique trip

Six niggas hoppin out one whip

Go to reconstructing your whole hip

Don't get it f**ked up

Don't get it f**ked up

You know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, you know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, don't get it f**ked up

Don't get it f**ked up

You know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, you know you don't want these problems

I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner

B**ch leave me I'm a take everything from er

Please try a ni**a where I'm from with that drama

So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama

Let me find out, you layin on me for riches

Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen

One o your eye balls on the stove,

The other missing

I think his head exploded,

That ni**a teeth in the dishes

Hey when you learned that

As pong I learned this sh*t in the trenches

I am at a ni**a just like Twitter, follow my mentions

4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions

And you can hustle on main street,

TKT gave you permission

If you know it or you don't

Ni**a, this ain't what you want

Keep on playing with me hating

And you ain't gon make it home

If you know it or you don't

Ni**a, this ain't what you want

Think cause I went the prison

I won't put this pistol to yo dome?

Don't get it f**ked up

Don't get it f**ked up

You know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, you know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, don't get it f**ked up

Don't get it f**ked up

You know you don't want these problems

Ni**a, you know you don't want these problems