Styles P
What’s The Problem
[Verse 1]
Yeah, it's the hardest out
Cut you up, throw you out on the day I put the garbage out
In the Gladbag or the Hefty
Shoot with the lefty, nobody test me
Told you I cut class
Bruise from your ear to your mustache
Fuck around, n***a you'll be swallowin' crushed glass
Back on my hard shit
Back on my yard shit
Back on my scarred shit
Thirty sets a day still hatin' the bar shit
Nice with a hawk like a Navy Seal—who is the target?
Make the walls look like it's red paint, red rug
Need a little love? N***a get you a lead hug
My bullets gon' frap
Gun in my backpack
Fuck all the chit chat
My shit got a kickback
Your face I split that
Kickin' in the door, ask 'em "Where is the bricks at?"
N***a

[Chorus 4x]
What the fuck is the problem?
What the fuck is the problem?
What the fuck is the problem?
N***as is gettin' shot down
[Verse 2]
I don't give a fuck if he's famous
Still knock the one shotgun to his anus
Then to his kneecap, then to his shoulder
Soldier, shoulda read my file or folder
I'm colder than Antarctica or Alaska
The blaster, you don't need a rocket I'll get you to NASA
I told you ain't nobody nicer
Fuck with the shyster, you gettin' sliced up
I ain't finished yet, this only my start up
Catch him outside then I'm shootin' his car up
Tell him sayonara, there's no more tomorrow
No more today now, go 'head lay down
Pop, pop, pop, n***a go 'head stay down
We don't play clown, this ain't the circus
You makin' me nervous
What is your purpose?
One more move it's your funeral service

[Chorus 4x]
What the fuck is the problem?
What the fuck is the problem?
What the fuck is the problem?
N***as is gettin' shot down