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Yeah...yeah...yeah[Hook]Now if ya tied of bein' poor (Yeah)Everytime you walkin' out cha' door (Yeah)Or you got no place to live (Yeah)Cause ya moms done bounced you out the crib (Yeah)How it go, oh oh oh oh, uhOh, oh, oh, oh ya got issuesOh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh ya got issues[Verse 1]Now don't cha' feel absolutely dead with no breadSmoke head, eyes red, ready to fill that metal up with leadThe get cha' some, spit cha' dum dums and flip yumsStuck in the slums cause all ya pockets got is bread crumbsThat's when ya moms stops frontin'You ain't gon' lay around my house all day, doin' nothin'Playin' Playstation, deuce deuce and hide ya bluntin'Better get cha' ass up, get a job or do somethingClose my door, I don't wanna hear that shit tonightShe right, sleep all day, run all nightTryin' to live nice in the gangsta's paradiseRock some ice, stack some chips, bounce our whipsThe ghetto life might be a struggleLife is one big puzzle, where Rotteweiler grill cats get muzzledI know it be hard to do ya thingWhen you livin' like a peasant but you feelin' like a king[Hook]Ain't that the girl ya really love (Yeah)But she play you like a scrub (Yeah)She doin' mad shit to make ya bug (Yeah)Every week she's in the club (Yeah)How it go, oh oh oh oh ya got issuesOh oh oh oh Oh, oh, oh, ohYa got issues oh, oh, oh oh[Verse 2]You got some chicks that act brand newCause the got their nails done, a new outfit, some ice and a hairdoThey wanna play the club, stress a dude with the hottest carThat got Mo and Cristal lined up at the barWhether they entertainer or ghetto superstarNot all chicks are like that but you know who you areActin' like Frank BaDoob be pimpin' youShe trickin' fuck itShe wanna glass of champagne out the bucketHere bird, I mean love then you take it home and pluck itWrite it off, a business expense, tax deductedNow you gased up like bean soupThink you in the loop but you back in the chicken coupIn the biz I got trickin' recruitLast time you seen him when he dropped you on ya stoopThe man don't want chu' and the next man dissed youSeems you got caught up in them everyday issues[Hook]If ya man is actin' foul (Yeah)On them streets and runnin' wild (Yeah)And he thinks he's a playa till the end (Yeah)Even fucked some of ya friends (Yeah)How it go oh oh oh oh, ya got issuesOh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh ya got issuesOh, oh, oh, oh[Verse 3]And now ya got ballers then ya got ballin' pretendersWho's honeys kind of thunder but they like to hold withinFrontin' pullin' jiu knots outta placesHand full of aces outlined with big facesSpend ya last dime for a nice piece of shineI know, I did it when my ass was runnin' blindFalse advertisement, you wanna front for the chicksMeanwhile ya seed need a pair of kicksGucci, Iceberg downed life is great BCause I got shoes from Crocodile DundeeYa flossin' poppin' bottles like ya hit the lottoGot chu' poppa livin' like you Ricky RicardoGot a lot of friends when ya got a lot of endsA lot of friends pretend when they know ya trickin' endsYa girl tried to tell that these dudes be usin' youBut these be the issues that we all go through[Hook]Oh oh oh oh, ya got issuesOh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh ya got issuesOh, oh, oh, ohYeah...yeah...yeahmore