Текст песни It Ain't a Problem - Rick Ross
It
ain't
a
problem
'til
I
say
it
is
Handle
my
problem,
that's
the
way
it
is
Always
talkin'
like
a
bitch
but
that's
the
way
he
is
After
the
ride,
nobody'll
know
where
he
is,
Triple
C!
When
you
serve
a
cat
a
couple
of
times
Knowin'
he
serve
in
a
couple
of
towns
Polaco,
Pensacola,
down
to
Duval
It
put
you
in
the
midn
of
a
pimp
like
Too
$hort
Classy
nigga
walkin'
'round
with
stacks
But
I'm
gettin'
word
that
he
talkin'
behind
my
back
Now
is
the
time
to
listen,
you
gotta
pay
attention
He
may
pay
a
henchman,
put
him
up
on
where
you
livin
Tell
him
all
your
cars,
makes
and
models
Tell
him
how
you
on
steaks
and
bottles
Opium
Sunday,
Oxygen
Tuesday
How
you
go
to
the
boxing
gym
tryin'
to
lose
weight
He
done
told
a
nigga
all
your
routes
And
now
you
got
a
lowlife
tryin'
to
figure
you
out
Catch
you
in
the
driveway,
trigger
you
out
That's
what
killers
about,
that's
what
niggaz
allow
remember
Nigga
please!
You
ain't
a
cap
peeler
Save
that
for
your
bathroom
mirror
No
platoon
dealer;
you
niggaz
baboons
Half
gorilla,
a
camp
of
scrillers
Triple
C
stamp
the
trillest
I
got
B's
I'ma
spend
it,
I
don't
care
what
the
bill
is
Them
hoes
stay
at
the
billets
And
when
they
ask
what
year
I
tell
'em
two
thousand
two
million
A
rider
without
a
motor,
you
got
it
right
I'm
a
solider
Long
as
it's
loaded
I'ma
tote
it
I
told
ya,
flow
so
cold,
below
frozen
Like
ice
water
over
the
Pro
Tools
But
that's
old
news,
update
the
topic
What
makes
the
prophet
cut
cake
in
projects
I'ma
show
him
how
cupcake
his
squad
is
Duct
tape
embalmers
for
makin'
them
comments
Nigga
I'm
fresh
out
Beef
it
really
ain't
a
problem,
one
call,
half
of
your
boys
X'd
out
Jail
ain't
rehabilitate
shit!
Killers
and
dealers
all
I
affiliate
with
Retaliate
and
I
squeeze
mags,
you
hit
you
went
stiff
And
we
ain't
playin'
freeze
tag,
you
better
dip
Chop
soundin'
like
a
speed
bag,
that's
it,
set
a
date
money
I'm
hungry
So
I'm
robbin'
moms
for
that
wake
money
It's
Torch,
you
get
a
bomb
from
me,
you
wan'
play?
I
survived
more
athletes
than
Barry
Bonds
trainin'
Name
'em,
ain't
a
problem
'til
I
say
it
is
Miss
a
payment
I'll
be
waitin'
there,
takin'
all
your
favorite
shit
Earrings,
rings,
watches,
bracelets
Chains
and
the
flat
screen,
shawty
that
'llac
mean
Meanin'
it's
comin'
too,
nigga
what
you
wanna
do?
I
send
G
to
kill
you,
lay
your
daddy
down
in
front
of
you
nigga
Y'all
niggaz
know
who
this
is
Nigga
this
is
the
homey
nigga
Y'all
niggaz
don't
want
no
problems
nigga
Y'all
niggaz
see
us
in
the
club
Y'all
be
havin
y'all
gorillas
nigga
But
y'all
niggaz
already
know
nigga
Triple
C's
nigga,
and
we
out
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1 Cross That Line
2 Blow
3 Push It
4 It Ain't a Problem
5 Get Away
6 I'm a G
7 It's My Time
8 Boss
9 Hit U From the Back
10 Intro
11 I'm Bad
12 For Da Low
13 White House
14 Pots and Pans
15 Prayer
16 Street Life
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