Released on June 12, 2001

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[Intro: AZ, speaking over Hook]

Yeah, now dig

You got, rich niggas right

They do what they wanna do

Heh, and you got

Broke niggas, you heard?

They do what they gotta do

Now ask yourself, which one are you?

Ha, fall back


[Hook: El DeBarge]

I had some problems

And no one could seem to solve them

But you found the answer

Told me to take this chance


[Verse 1: AZ]

Soakin' in Remy, sittin' back, smokin' a twenty

Shit is scabby, the hustlin' is so in me

Never show envy, got a style I maxed

I'm like po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that

Unseen when I'm low, but still right in your face

I'm so skinny, but that semi-auto's right in my waist

From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats

Just imagine how I'm movin' if we had any beef

Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty

Lower the smoke when I see the D's creepin' past me

Duckin the NARCs, born bustin' Dutches apart

Love pussy with pretty lips; when you fuck it, it fart

Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow

Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten below

Love the streets, the science of the drugs that's deep

I'm just another nigga next up, tryin' to eat

[Hook: El DeBarge & AZ]

I had some problems (You know!)

And no one could seem to solve them (Not a soul baby!)

But you found the answer (It's all for y'all now)

Told me to take this chance


[Verse 2: AZ]

But it seems, y'all would rather

See me hit than see my rich

Get bagged over some bullshit and see me snitch

Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll leave me sick like

I'm a sucker for love with some easy dick

I did dirt through my days but hid my work

Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt

Sweep the next, been knowin' since my feet got wet

From the best-turned vet learned to speak direct

My game's sharp and we all had our days of barkin'

You could tell niggas styles by they ways of parkin

Why dispute it? Dough got us so polluted

Paranoid to the point it's like we, over-do it

Police press up, peep how the beasts arrest ya

Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser

Toast on me, smoke spray our potpourri

Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be

[Hook: El DeBarge & AZ]

I had some problems (You know!)

And no one could seem to solve them (Not a soul baby!)

But you found the answer (It's all for y'all now)

Told me to take this chance (I got it locked, feel me!)


[Verse 3: AZ]

Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain

It's only real, certain niggas mention my name

Some relate, others stay numb in the face

Tryin to keep steps ahead like we runnin' a race

Nikes and Timbs, lady friends like 'em slim

Light makeup, that shit that blend right with they skin

So what's the issue? All dick sucks is still official

Cold-steel nickles, and Phil I'm still with you

Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin'

Late night, right brake lights black Excursion

Tree smokin', hustle the rap I'ma keep ropin'

Too many niggas got deep emotions

The stress got 'em, who else wanna express they problems?

Get upset, but real vets respect the bottom

To a false, feel a fake love or hate

Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate

[Hook: El DeBarge & AZ]

I had some problems (You know!)

And no one could seem to solve them (Not a soul baby!)

But you found the answer (It's all for y'all now)

Told me to take this chance (What y'all want from me?)

I had some problems (You know!)

And no one could seem to solve them (Not a soul baby!)

But you found the answer (It's all for y'all now)

Told me to take this chance (What y'all want from me?)


[Outro: AZ, spoken]

Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle, man, stop fuckin' with me

I'm tryin' to live man, nah mean?

I been at the bottom, I was risin'—fell back down

I'm tryin' to climb up, man

Get off my back, baby

It's all a game, man; don't hate me, hate the game

AZ the Visualiza return, once again

Love life, hate, what the fuck