Mo Problems - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Charlie Clips]

Look, look

You already know they got a problem on it

What's a Bad Boy track if they don't add Harlem on it

Get your girl box wet, then I throw a condom on it

You could get your mind right 'till my niggas stompin' on it

I know we makin' you nervous with these burners

Versus the headshot the hospital dinner servers

Know it's over when they start backing up all them hearses

Beside the churches and the reverend singing them verses

Ha, my nigga, you're still nervous

We countin' more money by a mistake tht you do on purpose

Every line tight, you can flip it, rip and reverse it

And every line sound like it still written in cursive

So, who hot, you not

You can bring your whole squad and still get your crew shot

I hope [?] still in a movie Q's got

Holding one arm like Q on the rooftop

Elevator style, let them shots bang out

Your baby momma's mouth where I let it hang out

The weather be gettin' hotter 'till we pull our chains out

NCredible black gang, let our name ring out

I don't know what they want from me

It's like the more money we come across

The more problems we see

I don't know what they want from me

It's like the more money we come across

The more problems we see

Now, Nick got big rocks

Flava Flav watch, we do it for hip-hop

My diamonds stay shining, your rollie don't tick-tock

Top 5, Nick, Jigga, Slick, Big, Pac

Yeah, it's the same ol' pimp, Nick

You know ain't nothing change but my limp

Just bought a yatcht, got my name on a blimp

All my ex hoes got my name on them

Don't believe NCredible, nigga, you a wimp

My boy'll cut your head, why they call him Charlie Clips

Shouts out to Holla, that man is a hit

Your bitches, we don't need them, we leave them Conceited

Yeah, the whole crew [?] a movie