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

Got 'em

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

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

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

I know what you take us as
Or understand the that 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 girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

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

And I tryin to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can the case
So I, pull over to the of the road, I heard
Son, do you why I'm stoppin' you for?

'Cause I'm and I'm black
And my hat's low
Or do I look like a mind reader sir? I know
Am I under arrest or I guess some mo'?

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

I steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
Well, do you mind if I look around the car a bit?
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', somebody important or
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 the canines come
I 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

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

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

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

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

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

All because this was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy he's saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' sweet 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 ain't 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

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

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