Fat Joe — No Problems

[Verse 1: Fat Joe (P. Diddy)] New York ain't been the same since I paralyzed the city (Slow down son, you killin' 'em) courtesy of Diddy Courtesy of niggas that's packin' the Mac-millis And Weezy on the island where a day feel like A Milli And you can just imagine his commissary's a billi Enough to have a skinhead blastin Public Enemy Arm & Hammer mixed with white powder Stretch the money long, that's why I call it white power You see the whips out front they all ours Got women in 'em they wheelin' and all wildin' I rock G arms and so Joe smilin' Seen T-Mac with Dion like he was in Coney Island Madison Square is the new fresh fest Niggas try to stunt try to terminate the X Push me in the corner where I perform the best Joe crack move packs that's the key to success, haa [Chorus: Rico Love] Catch me in the streets ain't a damn thing sweet It's the belly of the beast ain't nobody safe Run up on you with the heat, my baby's gotta eat And killers don't sleep Nigga show me where the safe Trust me you want them problems Pull up on you with the treble and bass And mop the whole place Oh no it ain't safe It ain't safe round these parts [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Way before I sold you an LP I was a giant in the hood passin' rocks to LT I watched fiends get a taste of the sample The base send 'em straight to Planet Rock, Luther Campbell Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles They scramblin' backwards Cunningham Randall I flipped the pie to an enterprise So you stompers were hittin' zippers so you could stash the dope inside Five sixty my niggas, yeah I did that And never ever show a bitch where your crib's at The next day we at your door, "where your kids at? " And if they don't out the raw, nigga click clack And this is so Darkside I swear a nigga get way more hate than apartheid Just give me death row we can part ties Apocalypto flow, pull your heart live [Chorus: Rico Love] Catch me in the streets ain't a damn thing sweet It's the belly of the beast ain't nobody safe Run up on you with the heat, my baby's gotta eat And killers don't sleep Nigga show me where the safe Trust me you want them problems Pull up on you with the treble and bass And mop the whole place Oh no it ain't safe It ain't safe round these parts Catch me in the streets ain't a damn thing sweet It's the belly of the beast ain't nobody safe Run up on you with the heat, my baby's gotta eat And killers don't sleep Nigga show me where the safe Trust me you want them problems Pull up on you with the treble and bass And mop the whole place Oh no it ain't safe It ain't safe round these parts