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Chase And Status No Problem

Nothing they can say and nothing they can do It's no problem for me, but it's a problem for you! You You But it's a problem for you! You You It's no problem

And throw folks behind bars, like little jars They supposed be there just to serve and protect But they just punch faces a lot and choke necks Then

To all, rise and shine, give God the glory I already give a percent of mine to Bert and Cory And still got bills and employees to pay So excuse me Lord

wreck Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...

aces. All we knew was chasing paper! Don't know shit but selling dope, that's how the system made ya I see a bunch of haters, I see the problems major

Pita Eat 'em up yum, and your flawed Mutha-fuck Billboard and the editor Here comes the Predator. Check your head for the new style Fuck Lawerence Powell and Presino, Wynd and

wreck Like that, yeah, ha ha ha And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all, and we out y'all And we out y'all...

the Pita Eat 'em up yum, and your flawed Mutha-fuck Billboard and the editor Here comes the Predator. Check your head for the new style Fuck Lawerence Powell and Presino, Wynd and

what the problem is? What the problem is What the problem is Wanna know what the problem is Can you tell me what the problem is? [Verse 1: Murs] The problem