[Intro: Method Man]
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You don't want no problems, problems
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You don't want no problems, problems
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Yeah... real man... with ya stinkin' ass
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Come on... that's my nigga right there... let's do it
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Never count me out, nigga, just count me in... yeah...
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[Method Man]
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Look, I ain't came to bone these chicks
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Not this time, I got a bone to pick, I got a zone to pick
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Now, who that nigga in the zone and shit
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Back in the building like he own the bitch, nobody cold as this
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If I ain't got it, then it don't exist
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I spit that bird flu, my flows is sick, I'm still as ill as they come
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Protect Ya Neck, when you dealing with them
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Now Erick stick a fork in him, he done, hah
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It boggles the mind, like try'nna 'ketchup' to a bottle of Heinz
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It's like forensics try'nna follow the crime, they want time
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And sometime, a nigga had to swallow them dimes
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While 85 percent swallowing swine, see
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Wherever he roam, it's all gravy, man, whatever he hone
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Long as I got myself a Marilyn loan, phillies are better chrome
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If there's a problem, nigga, let it be known
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And while I sleep, my bitch be checkin' my phone, cause I'm a problem, nigga
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[Chorus: Method Man]
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Ease up, or put them g's up
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Scream at ya frog, nigga leap up (now who got a problem with that?)
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They need to beast up, nigga, speak up or
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Forever hold they peace up (if they got a problem with that)
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Hey you (don't want no problem nigga) Hey you (don't want no problem nigga)
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Hey you (don't want no problem nigga) Hey you (don't want no problem nigga)
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Hey you ("Believe, what I say, when I tell ya" - DMX sample)
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Yeah, you, nigga, you don't want no problem with that
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[Method Man]
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Look, my Clan all one in the same
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Until my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga
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Like Billy Danze, I be running with "Fame"
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Me and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life
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Hard body, another day in the life
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Credit his momma now for raising him right, just want the people to know
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I'm bout to blow, like I'm shaking the dice
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Making me mad? Nah, y'all making me right, cause y'all was taking me light
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So let my pen talk and say what he like
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And have the court system say and indict, I'm O.J. on the mic
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Liquid plumber, I be laying the pipe
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And if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight
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Not only raising on the price, on M.C.'ing, but I'm raising the bar
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And if you scary, nigga, wait in the car
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Motherfuckers I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonaise jars
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Purple haze, Cuban layed cigars, I'm a problem, nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Method Man]
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E, you know I'm just like that
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Big baller nigga, just like Shaq, so come on, niggaz
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If they bust, I better bust right back
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Meth spit it from the gut, like *gunshot* man down
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I'm that dude, hands down, stare down
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I'm past due, for Cash Rule, y'all can't clown
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I'm bank now, your ass lose, nothing but rhyme
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New York Times, I'm bad news, and I'ma problem, nigga
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[Chorus 2X]
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Problem
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| Method Man |
