CANTANTE: AZ

TITULO:Problems

Az )
Yeah
Now dig
You got, rich niggas right
They do what they wanna do
Ha, and u got
Broke niggas, u heard?
They do what they gotta do
Now ask yourself, which one are you
Ha., fall back

( chorus )
I had some problems
And no one could seem to solve them
But you found the answer
Told me to take this chance

verse 1 - ( az )

soakin in remy
Sittin back smokin a twenty
Shit is scabby
The hustlin is so in me
Never so envy, got a style on max
I'm like po
Packin eighty four
Now smile at that
Unseen when i'm low

But still right in your face
I'm so skinny
But that semi-autos right in my waist
From jags to jeeps
????? with them raggedy seats
Just imagin how i'm movin if we had any beats
Beats relax me
Good cheeba keeps me nasty
Lower the smoke when i see the g's creepin past me
Duckin a notch
?? bustin dutches apart
Love pussy wit pretty lips
When u fuck it it fart
?frina fro?
Freak for the rims that glow
Rock timbs in the summer or ten below
Blood in streets
The signs of the drugs thats deep
I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat

( az )
You know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for yall now


( chorus )

verse 2 - ( az )

but it seems y'all would rather
See me hit
Then see my rich
Get bagged over some bullshit
Then see me snitch
Hopin some days old bitch will leave me sick
Like i'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick
I did dirt through my days
But hit my worth
Even then i still made sure no kids got hurt
Sweepin next
Been on since my feet got wet
From the best turned vet
Learned to speak direct
My games jumpin
We all had out days of barkin
You could tell niggas styles by they ways of parkin
While dispute it
Doe got us so polluted
Paranoid to the point its like we, over do it
Police pressure
Peep how the beasts suppress ya
Rough up, hand-cuff and treat u lesser
Toast on me
Smoke spray your popouree
Y'all can bet ima rap how its supposed to be

( az )
You know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for yall now
I got it locked, feel me!

( chorus )

verse 3 - ( az )

if in a game
Get chills on a sniff on my chain
It's only real, certain niggas mention my name
Some relate
Others stay numbin the face
Tryin to keep steps ahead like we runnin a race
Nikes and timbs
Lady friends lime em slim
Light make-up
That shit that blend right wit the skin
So what the issue?
All dick sucks is still official
Cold-steel nickles
And phil im still wit u
Ice-bergen
On the turn-pike mergin
Late night, right brake lights black the ???
Tree smokin
Hustle the rap ima keep ropin
Too many niggas got feeble motions
Distress got em
Who else wanna express they problems?
Get upset

But ?phil? best respect the bottom
To a false
Feel a fake love or hate
Write a wrong as long as the thugs relate

( az )
You know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for yall now
What yall want from me?

( chorus ) x 2

yeah, yall haters better get a hustle man
Stop fuckin wit me
I'm tryin to live me, nah mean?
I been at the bottom
I was risen
Then i fell back down
I'm tryin to climb up man
Get off my back baby
It's all a game man dont hate me hate the game
Az the visualiza return, once again
Love life, hate, wat the fuck....