Problem

In the name of the father mother and child I sacrifice thee May the universe bless this holy sacrifice for the good of the people May the pole in thy hand destroy all those who oppose us From this day until thy last Tribal fucking Kingdom Who the f*ck got a problem Link up mothafucka Leave ya mouth full of blood Drink up mothafucka Yeen the only one with pole Freeze up mothafucka Steady screaming out gang These nuts mothafucka If you think of playing with me That new toy a get to blowin It's two handed how I hold it This big bitch gon get you open My lil shorty say he solid He grew up with all the killers All they do is hustle corners All my neighbors drug dealers They be throwin up they sets Poppin pills and spittin lics In the kitchen whippin work Boiling water choppin bricks Don't get lost up in my city Pay attention where you live It'll be a whole problem If they catch you over here I'm racing I'm speeding To my grave I'm bleeding Lotus flow I'm healing Just can't fight this feeling We all die have no fear My head space I live here No worry I don't care Hear demons in my ear Bitch you got a problem Problem Know I ain't scared to die We can end it right now You can't cheat death Not today not tomorrow See the devil every day Now I'm tryna meet god Bitch you got a problem Problem Know I ain't scared to die We can end it right now You can't cheat death Not today not tomorrow See the devil every day Now I'm tryna meet god I told Lord I say what's to shorty nem He say them lil mothafuckas move around you too fast I'm throwin on em Lord told me it's a problem Hit the horn lil cuz He finesse you then I got him I ain't goin lil cuz Boosie came after that This is true nephew Promise we don't never lack This what we do nephew I got a plan to take the game You wanna hear it check it out I'm finna rob the industry Bare face give me clout MadFlo Tribal Kingdom We'll run up in ya house Hog tie his ass with rope Duct tape around his mouth Only gave him two choices It's a million ways to die You either fuckin with this .40 Or want 50 from the nine It's a problem so we blowin Money Bags go get his choppa Boy we all bleed the same I'll merch it on Big Poppa I see them they hating Don't know them it's crazy You want it come take me I'm waiting I'm waiting We don't talk we don't run Fa fa fa I got one You ready here I come Fa fa fa I got one