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Young Zee - Problems lyrics
Y'knowwhat I'msaying
 Get with this tape, my shits the bomb
 Ahahaha 1 time
 Ohohahahoh, ohohaohoh
 Yeah Zee 
 [Verse]
 From the dick I bust your whole spit prick
 I got the weed, let's listen to all the hardcore shit
 Put the guns down, meet me at a show
 Zee get open, you can let that go
 Chill, keep it real, you been had your deal
 I'm still gonna be the first one to reach a mil
 Best do the drop kick, skills loop the trumpet
 My tape going platinum and be on some dumb shit
 Many crews stepped up to get hurt
 With blood from they mouth on my Polo shirt
 We got cases and don't need new beef
 But a nigga pop shit and get a quick two piece
 So tell who souped you, no brain get crucial
 Do the unusual that y'all not used to
 Put the Rock in the Box and my crew gets the job done
 Believe me, you don't want no problems
 [Chorus]
 You don't want no problems x 8 
 Now, you don't want no problems with my click
 You don't want no problems with Young Zee
 You don't want no problems b
 "Put your name on the obituary column sheet" 
 [Verse]
 When it's lovely I float like a butterfly
 Make you wanna bob your head while you shut your eye
 Now tell me can you feel it
 It's coming to your ear long range
 It hurts like demanja, no brain is strangeYoung Zee - Problems - http://motolyrics.com/young-zee/problems-lyrics.html
 Get on the folklift, inhale the chocolate
 Dropping dog shit, cause Zee's raps is awkawrd
 It's in your appettite, kid you have to bite
 But you better rap it right or get mac'd tonight
 I'm the freshest on two feet to ever walk the street
 You can't run the track meet, with the weird athlete
 Boy you too butt, talking about who you stuck
 Barely got loot to hook your hooptie, hoop up
 If their was no gangs and gats and shit
 Would your wake be on the roof on the rapping tip
 NO, I think not, you ain't got the heart
 To make it hot with your jammy, kid you don't scare me
 I got jumped and was forced to box
 One caught the mox, I'm unorthodox
 I don't need no gun, cause I'm lifted
 I'll shoot the fair one, and spank all the kids in your district
 Now you see I get the job done
 Kid when I say this, believe me, you don't want no problems
 [Chorus]
 You don't want no problems x 8 
 Now, you don't want no problems with my click
 You don't want no problems with Young Zee
 You don't want no problems b
 "Put your name on the obituary column sheet" 
 You don't want no problems with the teammates
 You don't want no problems with DOOOOOhhhhh
 You don't want no problems b
 "Put your name in the obituary column sheet"
 Yeah yeah, you don't want no problems with Rah Digga
 You don't want no problems with Harriet
 You don't want no problems b
 "Get your name in the obituary column sheet" - scratching to end 
 "You don't want no problems"









