Artist: Dom PaChino (a.k.a. P.R. Terrorist) Album: Dom PaChino: Unreleased Song: Problem Child Typed by: CnoEvil@Wu-Lyricz.Com [sample repeated throughout the song] "And you can tell what the problem, that boy is going to hell" [Intro: Dom PaChino] Yeah, Tera Iz Him The shit is real, Problem Child Yo, yo.. [Dom PaChino] My first born, birthed from shorty in the next project Chinky eyed, little nigga had to gain his respect So I bust my gun, sold drugs to they dunn A hard rock, little nigga, runnin' two thirty-one Made a few kingpin moves, neck rose to pretty paint Rock cold in the trail, I'm out of state drinkin' Henny Layin' low in places, and never seen Puerto Ricans Bitches lovin' my style, cuz it's slang how I speak it Blow up back to 4th's studio, burn, smoke a bloom LP comin' soon, first niggaz was cartoon I got touched when the day Christ died, my Earth cried Explotation so high, though his promise to dry As I laid in the hospital bed, leg full of lead Sick thoughts went through my head, eyes blood shot red On the hall, where my lawyer case ain't lookin' too good Fake niggaz on my dick, talkin' shit in the hood Rumors that I got merked off, get the story straight, jerk-off A year later, spotted in a Beamer wit my shirt off Wildin' out, burgundy doubt, went all out Low profile, chain swingin' heavy when I'm pealin' out [Chorus 2X: Dom PaChino] Peace, be true, deal with that Leave ya seed and watch ya back Wit the jake, avoid contact And on the world make a large impact Yo, cuz ya'll can talk all the shit ya'll want And ya'll can smoke all the blunts and front And yo, when funds is low at the end of the month Re-up, and cop the Terrorist shit [Outro: Dom PaChino] Save ya life, word What ya know about problems? And got a big one, knawhatimean? Shout out to my God, word