Problems lyrics

[Intro]
Aight, this round two right here
Or you could say two-point-give
But this that Get Back Gang sh*t, you feel me?
For real

[Verse 1]
Now who tryna f*ck around? (Who?)
f*ck with us and get f*cked around
Headshots if you duckin' down (Boom)
Then we shoot at the f*ckin' ground
See, folks 'nem be killin' sh*t (Whacked)
Whack the target and the witnesses (Whacked)
We don't believe in no half dones
We start somethin', then we finish it (Huh)
If it's beef, then we gotta cook it
Killin' n*ggas a hobby to me (It is)
I got shorties that's loyal, them boys catchin' bodies for me (For real)

[Chorus]
See, n*ggas be 'flauging (They 'flauge)
Like they want some problems (They don't, problems)
But that ain't no problem (For real)
My n*ggas, they starvin' (They starvin')
Them n*ggas is monsters (They is)
With the glizzies they marchin' (Boom, boom)
And if you actin' retarded
Then pistols get sparkin' (They do)
Ain't talkin' revolvers
Spot 'em, I got 'em (I got 'em)
I gotta problem, I solve it
I take 'em out like the garbage
See, they catchin' bodies for me, me (They is)
They catchin' bodies for me, me (My kids)
They catchin' bodies for me, me (My soul)
Do not get bodied for me (b*tch)
[Verse 2]
b*tch, all I know is the hard way (For real)
Any action we part take (We do)
Well protected like All State (For real)
We got chopper like Harley (We do)
Might shoot up the party
Then we chillin' in hallways
Hit a n*gga in the back of his head
Leave his dreads like a bald fade (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Shots fired, n*ggas panickin'
Bodies droppin', n*ggas scramblin' (Get out of there)
Leave him stiff like a mannequin
No need for a ambulance (Huh)
Free Zoo, boy, we all gorillas (Free him)
We be shootin' at all the killers (We do)
And my killers, we all familiar (They is)
You get killed if you not familiar (Who is you?)
Out the way when we come through (Move)
Still in the way, then we slump you (Boom)
Hockey sticks and them drums too
Chopper sound like a drum too (Brrah, boom)
All I know is murk n*ggas
We be comin' like the purge, n*gga
Tweak in the streets and your ass get left on the curb, n*gga (f*ck you thought, b*tch?)

[Chorus]
See, n*ggas be 'flauging
Like they want some problems
But that ain't no problem
My n*ggas, they starvin' (Okay)
Them n*ggas is monsters
With the glizzies they marchin'
And if you actin' retarded (For real)
Then pistols get sparkin' (Get killed)
Ain't talkin' revolvers (For real)
Spot 'em, I got 'em
I gotta problem, I solve it
I take 'em out like the garbage
See, they catchin' bodies for me, me (They is)
They catchin' bodies for me, me (They is)
They catchin' bodies for me, me (My shorties)
They catchin' bodies for me, me (My kids)
Do not get bodied for me, me
Do not get bodied for me, me (Please, for real)
Do not get bodied for me (Please)
'Cause they catchin' bodies for me (They is)
[Outro]
Do or die, do or die, n*gga
Who gon' ride, who gon' ride, n*gga?
Tell the truth, don't lie, n*gga
Homicide at your side, n*gga
Readin' you them lines, n*gga
You better lie, n*gga
'Cause if they trick you, you gon' die, n*gga
For real, for real
Shoot to kill
For real, for real