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 [Intro/chorus repeat 2x] 
It ain't a problem 'til I say it is 
Handle my problem, that's the way it is 
Always talkin like a bitch but that's the way he is 
After the ride, nobody'll know where he is - triple c! 
[Verse 1 triple c's] 
When you serve a cat a couple of times 
Knowin he serve in a couple of towns 
Polaco, pensacola, down to duval 
It put you in the midn of a pimp like too $hort 
Classy nigga walkin 'round with stacks 
But I'm gettin word that he talkin behind my back 
Now is the time to listen, you gotta pay attention 
He may pay a henchman, put him up on where you livin 
Tell him all your cars, makes and models 
Tell him how you on steaks and bottles 
Opium sunday, oxygen tuesday 
How you go to the boxing gym tryin to lose weight 
He done told a nigga all your routes 
And now you got a lowlife tryin to figure you out 
Catch you in the driveway, trigger you out 
That's what killers about, that's what niggaz allow remember 
[Chorus] 
[Verse 2 triple c's] 
Nigga please! you ain't a cap peeler 
Save that [?] for your bathroom mirror 
No platoon dealer; you niggaz baboons 
Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers 
Triple c stamp the trillest 
I got b's I'ma spend it, I don't care what the bill is 
Them hoes stay at the billets[?] 
And when they ask what year I tell 'em two thousand two million 
A rider without a motor, you got it right I'm a solider 
Long as it's loaded I'ma tote it 
I told ya - flow so cold, below frozen 
Like ice water over the pro tools 
But that's old news, update the topic 
What makes the prophet cut cake in projects 
I'ma show him how cupcake his squad is 
Duct tape embalmers for makin them comments 
[Chorus] 
[Verse 3 torch] 
Nigga I'm fresh out 
Beef it really ain't a problem, one call, half of your boys x'd out 
Jail ain't rehabilitate shit! 
Killers and dealers all I affiliate with 
Retaliate[?] and I squeeze mags, you hit you went stiff 
And we ain't playin freeze tag, you better dip 
Chop soundin like a speed bag, that's it, set a date money I'm hungry 
So I'm robbin moms for that wake money 
It's torch, you get a bomb from me - you wan' play? 
I survived more athletes than barry bonds trainin 
Name 'em - ain't a problem 'til I say it is 
Miss a payment I'll be waitin there, takin all your favorite shit 
Earrings, rings, watches, bracelets 
Chains and the flat screen, shawty that 'llac mean 
Meanin it's comin too, nigga what you wanna do? 
I send g to kill you, lay your daddy down in front of you nigga 
[Chorus] 
[Outro] 
Y'all niggaz know who this is 
Nigga this is the homey nigga 
Y'all niggaz don't want no problems nigga 
Y'all niggaz see us in the club 
Y'all be havin y'all gorillas nigga 
But y'all niggaz already know nigga 
Triple c's nigga, and we out  
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