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Rappin' 4-Tay
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Problems No, I can’t run, I can’t hide from all of this pressure
If I sell out, that means I’m copping to a lesser charge
And whenever there’s a will, baby
There’s a way
Each one, teach one - I always say
The murder rate is rising, society can’t scare me
Life is like a puzzle, ain’t no telling when they’ll burry me.
They wanna tell me how to live
But I’ve got dues to pay
Now how much money you gonna give
For my PG and me bill, cos it’s a week late
Leave the hustler alone, fool don’t procrastinate
Because, I’m a get mine and that’s the way I was taught, fool
Now what you thought?
That I was born and raised in a big house
While you were asleep up in the bed
I slept on the couch
I tried to study but was often interrupted
Because the neighborhood I’m from is so corrupted
Rats and roaches creeping through the cracks in the walls
While my folks down the street, breaking plenty laws
Tried to count as much as they can count is like hell
It’s kind of hard being raised off up in the cell, get on your own
And get you some business, black
Stay sucker-free and by all means, watch your back
You ain’t gotta listen
But take it from your boy, 4-Tay, fool
You think you promised another day?

Each piece of life is like a puzzle, can you solve ‘em
Stress’ll drive you crazy when you’re dealing with these problems
Problems, problems - How you gonna solve ‘em
Man, I’m going crazy trying to deal with these problems



Each and every day on these streets, the game is gettin’ sicker
Thicker then a king-size snicker
And I know who’s got the plug, don’t need a witness
Cos your business ain’t everybody else’s business
Snichers, and gothams, and gangstas, they’re so conniving
In 1995, only the strong are surviving
Every time I open up something, somebody wants some
So I could be broke, all on my lonesome
Too many critics, too many debaters
And when they don’t hire us, that makes me think they hate us
But that’s just another problem pushing through my brain
And it wouldn’t change no matter how much I complain
Why would you care if I was living on welfare?
You act like you gon’ move me and my family elsewhere
Allow me to make this conversation more concrete
Too many formalities and I find that so obsolete
But I’m a keep striving cos it couldn’t get no worse
Ain’t robbing no banks or snatching nobody’s purse
I finally made me a profit so now I can really chill
Check my mail box, spoke too soon, there’s my phone bill
Trying to look out for number one and that’s my Mother
And if it ain’t one thing, fly, it’s another

Each piece of life is like a puzzle, can you solve ‘em
Stress’ll drive you crazy when you’re dealing with these problems
Problems, problems - How you gonna solve ‘em
Man, I’m going crazy trying to deal with these problems

Each piece of life is like a puzzle, can you solve ‘em
Stress’ll drive you crazy when you’re dealing with these problems
Problems, problems - How you gonna solve ‘em
Man, I’m going crazy trying to deal with these problems

Problems, problems - How you gonna solve ‘em
I’m a handle mine
Problems, problems - How you gonna solve ‘em
Take ‘em one at a time

[Thanks to urbanliar@aol.com for corrections]
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