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

Got 'em

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

If you grew up with holes in your
You'd celebrate the minute you was dough
So fuck critics, you can kiss the asshole
If you don't like the lyrics, you can fast forward

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

I know what you take us as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we dumb
We got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

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

Now the is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In the rear view is the motherfuckin' law
I got two choices y'all, pull the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the 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 you for?

'Cause I'm and I'm black
And my real low
Or do I like a mind reader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I some mo'?

Well, you was fifty-five in the fifty-four
and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a weapon on
I a lot of you are

I ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little
Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the in the back
And I my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that

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

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

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

Now once a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of a pussy
But a pussy havin' no sense, try an' push me

I try to ignore him, to the Lord
Pray for him, but fools just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit

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

Fiends on the floor, again
Paparazzi's with cameras, snappin' them
D.A. try to give a nigga again
Half a mill' for bail I'm African

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

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

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

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