[Intro: DMX]
Wanna flow, wanna problem
For real

[Chorus: Billy Ray (DMX)]
These cowards be on 100 deep (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as grill me in the streets (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as act like something sweet (but they don't want no problems)
Nah, nah (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as frontin' in the clubs (dog! They don't want no problems)
These n***as thought of bustin' slugs (they don't want no problems)
These n***as swear to God they thugs (but they don't want NO problems)
(Nah, baby, they don't want no problems)

[Verse 1: Mysonne]
I told n***as to pack they bags or grab they guns before I come
It's too late, y'all had your fun!
It's all over now! I don't wanna talk to n***as!
Popping shots like corks in n***as!
Sticking forks in n***as' cause they done!
Only reason that y'all still breathing is cause y'all run!
When we bust shots, my n***a clutch Glocks
Broad daylight in front of precincts; fuck cops!
N***as want pops? Then they die for them!
Kiss the barrel, cry for them!
Spirit leave your body, touch the sky for them
Fuck Voltron! See what me and mines form
In the .9 storm; death: time's gone!
I'm that cat that y'all n***as 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
N***as wanna talk, but they don't want no problems!
[Chorus: Billy Ray (DMX)]
These cowards be on 100 deep (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as grill me in the streets (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as act like something sweet (but they don't want no problems)
Nah, nah (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as frontin' in the clubs (dog! They don't want no problems)
These n***as thought of bustin' slugs (they don't want no problems)
These n***as swear to God they thugs (but they don't want NO problems)
(Nah, baby, they don't want no problems)

[Verse 2: DMX]
All y'all n***as 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 (What!?) I'ma hold it down
When I'm done close it down; it's my shit here!
The fuck that n***a just say? Try shit here!
Come on, cupcake, y'all cats ain't even built like that
I done seen through the 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 n***a, 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, n***a!
[Chorus: Billy Ray (DMX)]
These cowards be on 100 deep (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as grill me in the streets (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as act like something sweet (but they don't want no problems)
Nah, nah (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as frontin' in the clubs (dog! They don't want no problems)
These n***as thought of bustin' slugs (they don't want no problems)
These n***as swear to God they thugs (but they don't want NO problems)
(Nah, baby, they don't want no problems)

[Verse 3: Billy Ray]
See, by now half of y'all n***as is packed
Taking deep breaths 'cause Billy Ray ain't robbed you yet
Y'all claim the sets, I do claim sets
Crip or Blood, if you Crip ? if you Blood you bleedin'
And we ain't leavin' 'til you motherfuckers stop breathin'
'Til I'm 90 I'm beefin' and we still ain't even
As for hoes I got a whole chicken head click
That'll run up on your block and suck your whole squad dick
It's them pushy hoes I don't like, swear to God they pussy type
Claiming ?
But I like to keep them broads up on me
My out of town hornies, when I run up in the telly and stick the orgy
So while your dick is in her mouth, and she my attestant
My Glock is in your mouth n***a, and you're counting your blessings
Here's the lesson: don't ever go out of town
Without a four pound, clown n***a lay your ass down
[Chorus: Billy Ray (DMX)]
These cowards be on 100 deep (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as grill me in the streets (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as act like something sweet (but they don't want no problems)
Nah, nah (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as frontin' in the clubs (dog! They don't want no problems)
These n***as thought of bustin' slugs (they don't want no problems)
These n***as swear to God they thugs (but they don't want NO problems)
(Nah, baby, they don't want no problems)
These cowards be on 100 deep (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as grill me in the streets (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as act like something sweet (but they don't want no problems)
Nah, nah (but they don't want no problems)
These n***as frontin' in the clubs (dog! They don't want no problems)
These n***as thought of bustin' slugs (they don't want no problems)
These n***as swear to God they thugs (but they don't want NO problems)
(Nah, baby, they don't want no problems)