Problem Child

{Mysonne} (DMX) {Mysonne, Mysonne the problem child DMX Ruff Ryders} (Wanna flow wanna problem) {Problem Children, y'all niggas 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) [Verse 1: Mysonne] Yo, yo I told niggas to pack they bags or grab they guns before I come It's too late, y'all had your fun! It's all over now! I don't wanna talk to niggas! Popping shots like corks in niggas! Sticking forks in niggas' cause they done! Only reason y'all still breathing is cause y'all run! When we bust shots, my nigga clutch Glocks Broad daylight in front of precincts; fuck cops! Niggas want pops? Then they die for them! Kiss the barrel, cry for them! Spirit leave your body, touch the sky for them Fuck Voltron! See what me and mines form In the .9 storm; death: time's gone! I'm that cat that y'all niggas got your eyes on Go to papi broke trying to get your pies on The day that I'm gone I'm real fuck stardom Niggas wanna talk, but they don't want no problems! [Chorus] [Verse 2: DMX] All y'all niggas want is your heart back; dog, you pussy Acting like you really wanna bark back; don't push me Only room enough for one dog to hold the shit down You cowards know it now (What!?) I'ma hold it down When I'm done close it down; it's my shit here! The fuck that nigga just say? Try shit here! Come on, cupcake, y'all cats ain't even built like that I done seen through the bullshit; 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 nigga, split him with the bat I know how to train a pup to make sure they scratch You motherfuckers 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 shit: Keep your fucking mouth shut if your mans want spit, nigga! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Drag-On] Well it's the kid that'll crush your head into a cake batter Y'all know that cake mix but y'all don't wanna taste this shit Guns I should've been arrested for Y'all gone make my bullets expand like a lesbi jaw Don't you test me, boy! Don't fuck with X or Drag-to-the-Dash, 'cause once you dump in these bags You drag to the trash dumpster, amongst the rest of them fags! 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 you hot, I'll Super Soak you, and you won't be able to dry it off Just relax, take your 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 bitch Eve! And no, I'm not a faggot, but I make niggas striptease in front of me It's fun to me, bitches! [Chorus]