That's Gon Be a Problem

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Once upon a time in the projects, yo,
I'm at a cee-lo game and my dice hit 4,
That nigga rolled a 3, but I ain't get my dough,
My hammer got a red light on it but I let that go.
My whole life hidin' from the 5-0,
Sirens loud outside of my door,
Shortys screamin', "You's a wild nigga!"
Lil' bitch actin' like she ain't know.
I put in that work, my name rings those bells,
Niggas know not to play with Joell,
Niggas know not to play with my money,
‘Cause niggas know, I'm not takin' that L.
I've been in these streets all of my life,
Had niggas' teeth all in my Nikes,
Had white sheets all in my heat,
Had white meat all in my knife.
My nigga, it's real nigga shit,
Big pound on my chest,
Big pound on my waist, nigga, hit pound, R.N.S.

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas,
I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga shit, R.N.S.
I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas,
I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga shit, R.N.S.
R.N.S., R.N.S., R.N.S., R.N.S.

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Once upon a time on the Jersey City dock
Had my truck parked in that corner, had them 18's on yappa,
When a nigga ran up on that bicycle, with his hand on that Glock,
Tryna get his blast on with that mask on.
But I thank God it ain't pop,
Thank God it jammed on him, jammed on him,
Pay for havin' that drop,
If he was in our shoes, he woulda killed us, too.
So we ran straight to them cops,
That was fun, homes, it's cool.
See you when you come home, you get a time wait,
None of my niggas gon' tell on you,
We'll turn anything 'fore we turn state.
Just real shit, O's around,
No sausage party, keep hoes around,
My dame come, and we treat her like that,
She come around, she goes around.
She gon' call her friend up,
Tell her 'bout that money we throw around,
And then go blow her jack up
To holla at a nigga, they know I'm in town.

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas,
I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga shit, R.N.S.
I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas,
I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga shit, R.N.S.
R.N.S., R.N.S., R.N.S., R.N.S.

[Verse 3: Kxng Crooked]
Once upon a time in North Long Beach, yo,
Somebody was knockin' at my door,
It's my homie, and he from Compton,
Told me he heard some niggas was plottin'
To come up to my spot and leave me shot
And bleedin', prolly from a problem from the past,
Get that Kevlar and guard your chest,
Stand your ground but watch your step, my nigga, that's R.N.S.
Now I circle the block before I pull in the house,
I guess a couple killers like hidin' in my hedges,
Word on the street, they heard about the Bentley,
Park that shit, ride in my Lexus,
With two TEC-9's, kinda ironic how I'm ridin' with TEC's.
‘Bout to send my rivals a message,
Cold as the ice in my necklace,
I'm feelin' like I'm in Vietnam with insomnia
Or a kamikaze in Bosnia,
‘Cause it's so hard to rest
When you're at war with killers, and that's R.N.S.

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas,
I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga shit, R.N.S.
I ain't ever ran on my niggas, never took a stand on my niggas,
I will never jam up my niggas, real nigga shit, R.N.S.
R.N.S., R.N.S., R.N.S., R.N.S.