Tekster: DMX. Problem Child.

{Mysonne} (DMX)

{Mysonne, Mysonne the problem child DMX Ruff Ryders}
(Wanna flow wanna problem)
{Problem Children, y'all niggaz got problems}
(Wanna flow wanna problem)

[Chorus]
{But they don't want no problems} (Nah baby)
{But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem)
{But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems}
(Wanna flow wanna problem)
{But they don't want no problems}
{But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem)
{But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't want no problems}
(No problems I'm telling you baby)

[Mysonne]
Yo, yo I told niggaz to pack they bags or grab they guns
Before I come it's tolate y'all had your fun
It's all over now, I don't wanna talk to niggaz
Popping shots like corks in niggaz, sticking forks in niggaz
Cause they done, only reason y'all still breathing is cause y'all run
When we bust shots, my nigga clutch glocks
Right in front of precents fuck cops
niggaz want pops then they die for them
Kiss the barrel, cry for them
Spirt leave your body touch the sky for them
Fuck voltron see what me and mines form
In the nine storm, death times gone
I'm that cat that y'all niggaz got your eyes on
Go to papi broke trying to get your pies on
The day that I'm gone I'm real fuck stardom
niggaz wanna talk but they don't want no problems

[Chorus]

[DMX]
All y'all niggaz want is your heart back dog you pussy
Acting like you really wanna bark back don't push me
Only room enough for one dog to hold the shit down
You cowards know it now i'ma hold it down
When I'm done close it down
It's my shit here, FUCK that nigga just say try shit where
Come on cupcake y'all cats ain't even built like that
I been seen through they bullshit I'm real like that
I know how to walk the dog, I know how to chase the cat
I know how to get a bone, I know how to bring it back
I know how to flip on a nigga split him with the bat
I know how to train a pup to make sure they scratch
You motherfuckers don't want no problems cause my revolver is solving them
One by one until it's all of them
Let that be a lesson to your mans and shit
Keep your fucking mouth shut if your mans want spit, nigga

[Chorus]

[Drag-On]
Well it's the kid that a
Crush your head into a cake batter
Y'all know that cake mix but y'all don't wanna taste this shit
Guns I should've been arrested for
Y'all gone make my bullets expand like a lesspee jaw
Don't you test me boy
Don't fuck with X or Drag to the dash
Cause once you dump in these bags you drag to the trash
Dumpster amoung the rest of them fags
My poker got your skin looking like acupunctures
Keep a silence on the tip can't afford the noise
My banger got a jagged edge like them four boys
If your hot i'll super soak you, won't be able to dry it off
Just relax take you last breath and die it off
Nothing but love I spread
But if you take advantage the weight that's lead will rush your head
You sweat'll die your hair red, like my bitch Eve
And no I'm not a faggot but I make niggaz striptease in front of me
It's fun to me, nitches

[Chorus]