Problem Solver

Pull out the black suits and start singing Amazing Grace Cause im bout to blaze his ass from his face to waist Fuck Hussein I’m America’s threat A terrorist with a Tec and I ain’t scared to shit Like I said I’ll die for this shit Create lines of infrared standing over your bed With the pillow over your face to muffle the shot Creep out real quiet jump back in the drop (Ha) I’m so black fuck a mask for the robbery All I do is close my mouth you see my eyes then heat And a blast if that nigga don’t act right Six days from now he laying in a casket upright With the choir singing is there a heaven for a wanksta Fuckin’ with me even your momma will get shanked up [Chorus ]2x These niggas they got problems (Problems) But I got something to solve em’ (Solve em’) Don’t get hit with the revolver (volver) Lay that ass up in a coffin (Coffin) I’m 350 nigga fuck the scuffle Have the coroner pick that ass up in the duffle Calling your mom at three in the morning Sending they condolences the tears is pouring Like the Hypnot in my cup 6 shots to his neck The boy played me for pussy but all he got was nuts My sick and disturbed thoughts almost earned me a trip to the California gas chamber You done passed danger you going towards the light Can you see your homeboy kicking it with Christ Psyche that’s the devil One of your niggas’ throat cut The other one’s skull bashed in with the shovel Then I’m there helping your girl get through the shit Tucking in your son giving her all this dick (Oh you wrong) But you can’t judge me I went from good bad to the mad ugly I’m a guerrilla raised in these habitats Niggas with red and blue burners and hood tats [Chorus] 2x Yeah (Yeah) Problems (Problems) Nigga we solve em’ Dolla Figga Joint Custody