Problems (feat. Kung Fu Vampire & Bukshot)

Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

You could get done, killer what

Talkin' that game, get dumped in the mud

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You don't want to get stomped in the street (Stomped in the street)

Blood drippin' off the 23s on my feet, hey (On my feet, hey)

Man, you know these pussies soft as hell

When I ran up on they car they pressed the gas pedal and bailed (And bailed)

Boy I've been down for the longest

C Walkin' on bitches, rippin' Regals and Impalas (Regals and Impalas)

I got big guns, bullets that don't stall

Clips look like bananas, test your luck on this quick draw (On this quick draw)

Fuck naw, The Mob don't play

It's Bukshot and Lune Squad, you better watch what you say

We dump your body in the barrel 'til you start to decay

Then cut you up and serve your corpse as if you was a buffet (You was a buffet)

Pussy! Now I know that my mind is fucked up

I will beat your ass until the lights come on in the club, son

Drag you in the parking lot, go through your pockets, I'm on one

If you thought this was a game, motherfucker, I just won (I just won)

You could get done, killer what

Talkin' that game, get dumped in the mud (Hey!)

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You don't want these mobsters, mobsters (Hoo!)

You don't want these mobsters, mobsters (Hoo!)

You don't want to brawl with us

We The Mob, ho, you don't want problems with us (Hey!)

Hey Boogie it's on, goddamn it, it's on

They keep talkin' that shit and they'll be dead by dawn

Run up on you and your boys like my name was Shao Kahn

You keep messin' with The Mob and it won't take long

For you to come up missin', wishin' you hadn't had said shit

Keep that same energy gon' get your damn head split

Swing it and chop with the flick of the wrist

You just another fuckin' name that I can X off my shitlist

So fuck your clique and everybody in your crew

This is LS, lil bitch, Bukshot and Kung Fu

There ain't nothin' you can do once you're in our line of view

Return of The Living Dead and we comin' right at you (At you)

It's no problem to catch a motherfuckin' case (A motherfuckin' case)

You can get a footprint in your fuckin' face (In your fuckin' face)

Throwin' up that LS while we drive away (While we drive away)

You know we be on that Mob shit every fuckin' day (Every fuckin' day)

You could get done, killer what

Talkin' that game, get dumped in the mud (Hey!)

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You don't want these mobsters, mobsters (Hoo!)

You don't want these mobsters, mobsters (Hoo!)

You don't want to brawl with us

We The Mob, ho, you don't want problems with us (Hey!)

I'm down with Lune Squad and the Style Mob

Kill the pussy like I'm Luca, flamboyant like I'm RuPaul

It's a ruse, y'all, to let your guard down

You can't fuck with cats like me, I'm really tapped in and brutal

In a bad mood, I am really taboo

Eatin' chicken katsu like a mad goon (Ah)

Steal your ruca, she a puta anyway

Make her run my dope from Nicaragua to Paraguay

Back to the Ville on the tarmac at Muhammad Ali

Sippin' barrel-aged Bourbon, Slugger from Kentucky (From Kentucky)

We gon' take 'em out, shut your fuckin' mouth

Now she tryna fuck me in the front, cockpit, I don't lift her blouse

I'm the one reloadin', chompin' at the bit, eyes on the house

West Coast and I hustle with the South

Importer of large amounts, problematic on all accounts

You don't want none of these problems, fuck around and find out

You could get done, killer what

Talkin' that game, get dumped in the mud (Hey!)

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Or tossed in the trunk by mean Uncle Buk (Yeah!)

You don't want these mobsters, mobsters (Hoo!)

You don't want these mobsters, mobsters (Hoo!)

You don't want to brawl with us

We The Mob, ho, you don't want problems with us (Hey!)