Mo Problems

Hungh ah ungh........... Told em' Rap-A-Lot You ain't mad hungh Rap-A-Lot Mafia lot Mafia lot Hoodlumz J Prince Y'all know how we do it Verse 1: We switch it up like wings Watch it blow up Hoes show up Have the club Sho'Nuff Mista Baller Good Times like Jimmie Walker And I'mma talk shit cause i'mma shit talker And if you come cross the Its gon' cost ya And if you ain't short ya It ain't my fault-cha' Probably just caught you a 5 to 10 That's 15 from the mob blowin' hard on ya' chin Hold on lil' bitch here think she grown I'm in the back of the club with the Chrys alone And I tell ya' these hoes won't leave me alone Bounce through it ?????????? She saw the vacations, play stations Sippin' on cases Eatin' on steaks and Ask for God to show me a sign To show that the game is mine He Showed Me!!!!! (Chorus)(Repeat 1) (It's like no bitch will a slow this And a slow bitch is a no bitch And a pro bitch broke bitch And a broke bitch is mo' problems mo' shit It's like no bitch will a slow this And a slow bitch is a no bitch And a pro bitch broke bitch And a broke bitch is mo' problems mo' shit Verse 2: I do this the hard way I love to play Shit come between me and Jay Unh unh no way This is a private flight only ballers stay And if you leave ya' key we'll rip the cheese out cha' case See ya'll some middle weights Wanna stop the Ace Sabotage my sell thats a bad mistake Whole Deuce Deuce need to be put in place Now step to the side the cake fly in my face And if ain't got ties with you Ain't gon' ride with you Ain't gon' ride with you, ain't gon' die with you Silly motherfuckas ain't hard to find Say you lookin' for me just look behind Cuz we be so deep at the compound lounge And the shit that you did it ain't slip my mind Now if it be the first, the second, the third time Motherfuckas gon' have to mind (Chorus) Verse 3: 9-9, us now bust down the whole brick Is ya'll niggas loosing respect mind playing tricks Be broke doing shows ain't' dat bout' a bitch This is Rap-A-Lot baby we ain't hurtin' for shit When I'm tryin' to figure out what to jump out and in And you tryin' to figure out what yo budget to spend It ain't hard to see that you some gay village men And thats why yo ass be fading in the wind When I flip the scene Change the beam Niggas got bread went from red to green Editors patronizing me and my team So I shit on Mic Checks and pist on ya' magazines Come through clean Slow like lean Car with a bar 24 inch screen Freshed out drapes Roll like skates Surprise open eyes ain't no stopping the great (No Way) (Chorus x 3) You broken bitch Now fix ya' self