{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]