What's The Problem chords by Styles P

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Verse 1
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Bm 
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Em 
Yo,
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Bm 
can't really figure this clown out,
where's he from, Jamaica,
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Bm 
Queens, Cali, or down south?
I could let a LA gun hit him,
but Grape Street already told
me you paying to run with him
I could let a New York knife poke him
with one of my Thalways,
but I don't wanna see
No cops smokin', uh,
somebody tell Paul we ridin'
And get ready to auction off
the car he die in
Whenever we bump heads,
sense you like havin' people with you
Get you a hospital with bunk beds
Without Dr. Dre,
you would just make slow jams
Come up outta that witness
protection program
Hope they'll really respect you,
gettin' your place
If Big was alive,
he'da probably spit in your face
Now I've been doin'
just fine without you
And Pac probably woulda
made a album about you
So I guess that just leaves me
here to get rid of you
Rakim and Em, they
don't even consider you
Em know you ain't got nothin' for Jada
And I know he appreciates
all the money you've made him
It's 2005, nobody fights fair
I just know an instrumental's
your worst nightmare
But you tough and you bad,
too bad, you mad
Probably been in your old hood
more than you have
B 
Bm 
Yeah, you sold more records than me
But in the streets,
you gon' always be second to me
We was damn near feelin' you
Even though your career
is based off
somebody damn near killin' you
B 
Shit you be doin' ain't even
Bm 
consider rappin' to us
This is probably the best
thing to happen to us
Best wankster, internet gangster
Magazine mobster,
shit on your whole roster
Get ready to say Hail Marys and All Fathers
Get out your black suits and hard bottoms
And don't worry, I got him
He ain't a problem child,
just a child with a problem
Dm 
And why can't you just
Am 
Bm 
I'm in love
C 
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Em 
Bm 
Let's go! 05 SP
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Ebm 
Bm 
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Bm 
about yourself
when you make wanks to niggas
Listen, wild work out, cop guns on the DVD
Run around with cops
from homicide to TNT
Nigga you can suck my dick,
come around without cops
Shit's on, you gon' get touched quick
Cause I was at the bar when it jumped off
Put 50 grand up,
you pussy you ain't even lift a hand up
Man stab some, police grab some
But besides that,
I ain't see nobody man up
Shit, what the plot is about?
Cause you know that
You don't need a dentist
to get shot in the mouth
In the hood, hate your shit,
but you hot in the south
Mr. Crack is the body album,
what's the plot in the belt?
Many men make a wish,
but we ain't many men, so
You gon' get death
when we let them semi -spit
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Bm 
And why can't you be man enough
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Em 
To tell me where you're coming from?