What the Problem Is

[Young Noble] Good lookin on a light nigga, yeah Big Hollis this that shit right there man Nigga need to smoke one in this muh'fucker man Check it out 5 in the mornin police at my do' (police at my do') Timberlands run across the hall wood flo' Dipped inside the alley, to make my escape Didn't even get a chance to grab my 2Pac tape There's always somethin in the city of dreams Young hustlers said bust it, just as hungry as me Got some niggas out in Jersey, lovin the bang And my niggas out in L.A., they love the same thang Cleveland to Atlanta, Sacramento to A-Town We all outlaws and the streets is our playground Bang on the waistline, hang just to waste time Money I'ma make mine, respect I'ma take mine Can't take nothin from me so they wanna take somethin from me Either my life or my money, or one of the homies Ain't nothin funny 'bout death, there's so sequel A cold cold world, with a few good people left [Chorus: Layzie Bone] I wake up early in the mornin, every day I'm thinkin hustle But that's not what on your mind - what's the problem is? Walk out the do' go to the sto', I see two niggas finna fight And now I'm thinkin to myself - what the problem is? We tryna come up out the gutter, they keep holdin us down And the question still remain - what the problem is? Is it me? Is it you? Is it us, as a group? If it is, then help me figure out the problem then [Layzie Bone] It's a little bit safer during the day, when the kids is out to play When them street lights come on, they better be takin they ass home We do our dirt up under the sunlight but the moonlight is dimmer January down to December, through the spring fall and winter You learn to survive, in the ghetto, better break than get took Sellin that yayo on the corner nigga better break or get booked Look, po-po is on that ass, and them jackals is on that ass Them crackheads they make the laws, but it's the niggas you got to blast They so cutthroat, they sheisty! One-eighty-seven the lesson, the niggas that's frontin they might be The only way a nigga make it out the ghetto and that's real Combat on contact, nigga kill or be killed - swear fo' God Thug life is serious, my heart is near and dear to this So many pause to understand this, I wanna smoke the cannibus I can't forget the hood, they represent my struggle right Money, women, power, respect; that's just a soldier's life [Chorus] [Interlude 2X: Young Noble] Cigarettes, and this drank, and this dank They keep my mind at ease - what the problem is? So I smoke, and I choke, on the hopes To keep my mind at ease - what the problem is? [Layzie Bone] Get that money, what's the problem? (Get that money, get that money) Yeah we ridin Caddy coupes, stankin like it's Mercedes Benz Malibu's and heavy Chevy's every day, I'm stackin ends Some niggas turn crumbs to bricks while other niggas they fumble wit it Make it out, start a business, while other niggas they crumble wit it Need work? Well come and get it, best believe that I got mine I'ma represent for the O.G.'s and the hustlers that got time City sets to the penitentiary, from one jungle to the next jungle The lab breed beast, and I'm always ready to rumble! [Chorus] [Interlude]