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big o - the problem lyrics

what’s up luo, you can’t take weezy off the hook on this sh-t?
well f-ck it then let it rock, man its straight
i’ll still eat it

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mother f-cking problem, mother f-cking problem
he’s a beast he’s a dog he’s the mother f-cking problem

i risk money daily like a stock broker
thought i knew it all influenced small off a pac poster
i jeweles like an arab prince
statey’s favorite excuse is me having tints
i was trynna’ cruise with the baddest b-tch
no gag reflexes down to the 7th inch
i rock chains like mr.t
and they plotting on me, until i lift my tee
i’m ready to go to war with his b-tch -ss
bet he folds in the middle like zig zags
i used to rob with my father’s gun
i was making moves like i’m on the run
all the paper that you made from your petty stick ups
you dumb lil’ n-ggas i probly made off of one
i do big jobs, real big jobs
a lot of connects were good to me, that i still rob

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(508 let’s go, i’m ready to put the whole motherf-cking city on my back)

where i’m from it’s so hard trynna be legit
coming up i always tried to be the sh-t
fast money took momma’s little boy away
turned to crime like f-ck what an employer pay
i had to p-ss the bottle
call me batman, i mastered robbin
i done came up
i’m bringing packs from boston like what you need cousin
i always got a p like i had a bladder problem
i’m real cautious when i move out the wheels
got more crackers on my back than two dollar bills
before i get low, i gotto order mo’
1 wheel on our lex, and a handle on a 44
with a nose thats longer than pinoccio’s
big o started younger than colodrero
yeah, all i spit is hot bars
these aren’t rap bars, they allah-hu ack bars

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