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 Rate Problems
Artist : Rappin' 4-tay
Song : Problems
no I can't run, I can't hide from all this
pressure,
if I sell out that means I'm copping to a lesser
charge,
and whenever there's a will baby, there's a way,
each one teach one, I always say,
the murder rate is rising, soceity ain't scaring
me,
life is like a puzzle, ain't no telling when
they'll bury be,
they wanna tell me how to live,
but I got dues to pay, now how much money you
gon' give,
for my PG and me bill, 'cause it's a week late,
leave the hustle alone, fool, don't procastanate,
cause I'm a get mine, and that's the way I was
taught,
fool, now what you thought,
that I was born and raised in a big house,
while you would sleep up in the bed, I slept on
the couch,
I tried to study, but was often interrupted,
because the nieghborhood I'm from is so
corrupted,
rats and roaches creeping through the cracks in
my walls,
while my folks down the street breaking plain and
ball,
trying to count as much as they can count is like
hell,
is kind of hard being raised off up in the cell,
get on your own, and get you some bizness, black,
stay sucker-free, and by all means, watch your
back,
you ain't gotta listen, but take it from your boy
4-Tay,
fool, you think you pormised another day?,
each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you
slove 'em,
stress 'll drive you crazy tryin to deal with
these problems,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
man, I'm going crazy trying to deal with these
problems,
Each and every day on these streets, game is
getting sicker,
thicker than a King-size snicker,
and I know who's got the plug, don't need no
witness,
cause your bizness ain't everybody elses bizness,
snitchers, and gothams, and gangstas, they're so
keniving,
in 1995, only the strong will survive and,
everytime I open up somethin', somebody wants
some,
so I could be broke, all on my lonesome,
too many critics, too many debators,
and when they don't hire us, that makes me think
they hate us,
but that's just anothre problem pushing through
my brain,
that wouldn't change no matter how much I
complained,
how would you care if I was living on welfare,
you act like you gon' move me and my family
elsewhere,
allow me to make this conversation more concrete,
too many formalitys, and I find that so obsolete,
but I'm a keep striving, 'cause it couldn't get
no worse,
ain't robbing no banks or snatching nobody's
purse,
I finally made me a profit, so now I can really
chill,
check my mailbox, ??? there's my phone bill,
trying to look up for number 1, and that's my
mother,
if it ain't one thing fly, it's another,
each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you
solve 'em,
stress 'll drive you crazy when your dealing with
these problems,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
man I'm going crazy tryin to deal with these
problems,
each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you
solve 'em,
stress 'll drive you crazy trying to deal with
these problems,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
man I'm going crazy trying to deal with these
problems,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
I'm a handle mine,
problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em,
take 'em one at a time,
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