What's the Problem

Now pop goes the nine, I'm preparing for another Crime. Creepin' through the hood, left to right as I kicks the rhyme. And when I kicked it, You tried to flip it, but I just ripped It 'cause I'm kinda wicked, uh. And I sure ain't new to this. You keep reachin' for your gat, but you know You can't do with this. So what's the problem, chief? I ain't takin' no shit and like some mo' Fo' get Jeeped. Another crime. Kicks the rhyme. Flip it. Get, uh. You keep. Do with this. I ain't. Mo' fo' get Jeeped. Get, uh. Now pop goes the nine, I'm preparing for another Crime. Creepin' through the hood, left to right as I kicks the rhyme. And when I kicked it, You tried to flip it, but I just ripped It 'cause I'm kinda wicked, uh. And I sure ain't new to this. You keep reachin' for your gat, but you know You can't do with this. So what's the problem, chief? I ain't takin' no shit and like some fo' Get Jeeped. 'Cause I'm in the mood to serve Niggas while I'm makin' the greenery. Savvy jerkin' fools out the scenery. Thought so, it was poppin' for the nine-five. You know you can't flow, so I don't know Why you persist to try. You outplayed, overdone, that's why you gettin' Hunted. Sprung off these lyrics, so I'm forced to Kick another one. While you stand quickly fallin' 'cause you not the man, black. I'm runnin' things and that's a fact. Kicks the rhyme. Get, uh. Do with this. I ain't takin' no shit and like some mo' Fo' get Jeeped, uh. Get, uh.