Artist: Stalley Album: Ohio Song: Problems Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Stalley [Chorus] A nigga got problems Sittin here, plottin how to count a million dollars I need houses and garages Got baby mama drama, get my momma out them projects Ain't got too many options So I'ma take one, double back and make a profit I need houses and garages Got baby mama drama, get my momma out them projects [Stalley] I gotta get my momma out the projects or it's llamas in the projects, a nigga out here starving This rap better work, I'm plantin niggaz in that garden I came from that fridge with empty crates and milk cartons, boy Belly achin, walkin with a 9 Should I shoot him down or just rob a nigga blind Only head shots, never catch him in his spine That's what my block taught me, it's a kill every time That's just the mind of a kid trying to free his mom Out that two bedroom with five kids Malnourished, ribs touching man this poverty a bitch So we slangin dope, duckin pigs, posted with them STIIICKS~! Welcome to Ohio, where we hustle to live, so it's factory work Or we bustin down and breakin if that ain't gon' work Then we run in your crib, Sig smokin like Wiz One move - BONG-BONG - put two in your wig Grandma pray for our sins, hopin God forgives But today is payday, and all this broke ish gon' end I swear all this broke ish gon' end! [Chorus] [Stalley] My baby on her last Pamper And her mama on my last nerve And I just lost my sneaker gig So you know it's back to the curb My cousin got a bird, said he'd front me a quarter key Told him, "Gimme a week, I'll be where I need to be" Now I'm penitentiary chancing on the block with my Gs' Tryin to clock Gs' to feed my family And I don't wanna do it but I'm in a tight squeeze Left hand full of stones, right hand got a tight squeeze on this hammer 'case a nigga try me Cops casing the block, trying to lock me, it’s horror here - nightmares Cause I don't want my kids to grow up here But it feels like a trap, all I do is trap here Everyday we hopping fences, dipping on twelve It's like we running track here, but I gotta get this pack clear Survival is the key Big-ass crib with garages is the dream Ba-balancing flows, to balancing triple beams ..Cause I ain't never been a problem But something's gotta give cause a nigga got problems [Chorus] [Outro] Blue Collar, Blue-Blue Collar {4X}