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If you havin' girl problems, I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

Got 'em

got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap that say he's, "Money, Cash, Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid, type of facts are those?

If you grew up with holes in zapatoes
You'd the minute you was havin' dough
So fuck critics, you can the whole asshole
If you don't like the lyrics, you can press fast

Got with radio if we don't play they show
They play our hits, we don't give a shit, so
All mags try and use our ass
So advertisers can 'em more cash for ads, fuckers

I don't what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we ain't
We got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch one
If you havin' girl problems, I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me

Now the year is ninety-four, in my is raw
In the rear mirror is the motherfuckin' law
I got two choices y'all, pull the car or
on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor

And I ain't tryin to see no highway with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can the case
So I, pull over to the side of the road, I
Son, do you know why I'm stoppin' you

'Cause I'm young and I'm
And my real low
Or do I look like a mind reader I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some

Well, you was doin' fifty-five in the
License and registration and out of the car
Are you a weapon on you?
I a lot of you are

I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers
Well, do you mind if I look around the car a bit?
Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the
And I know my rights, so you need a warrant for that

Aren't you as a tack, you some type of
Lawyer or somethin', somebody important or
Ha, I ain't the bar, but I know a little bit
that you won't illegally search my shit

Well, we'll see how smart you are the canines come
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

99 problems, but a ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch one
If you havin' problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me

99 problems, but a bitch one
If you havin' girl problems, I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me

Now once upon a time, not too ago
A nigga myself had to strongarm a hoe
is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' me

I try to him, talk to the Lord
for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight

And only thing that's happen is I'ma get to clappin' and
He and his boys gon' be to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat
Back through the system with the again

Fiends on the floor, again
with they cameras, snappin' them
D.A. try to a nigga shaft again
Half a for bail 'cause I'm African

All this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's
But ain't sweet bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 B and a bitch ain't one

99 problems, but a ain't one
If you havin' problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

99 problems, but a ain't one
If you girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

Shut up I'm talkin' to you
Shut up, up, shut up
Shut up I'm talkin' to you
Shut up, shut up, up, shut up
I'm to break

you say to me
(I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me)
I need a little to breathe
(I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me)
you say to me
(I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me)
I need a little to breathe
(I got 99 problems)
And I'm about to,