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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 casket's
Rap critics say he's, "Money, Cash, Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are

If you up with holes in your zapatoes
You'd celebrate the you was havin' dough
So fuck critics, you can kiss the asshole
If you like the lyrics, you can press fast forward

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

I know what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
From, to riches, we ain't dumb
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 is the motherfuckin' law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the to the floor

And I ain't tryin to see no chase with Jake
I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I, over to the side of the road, I heard
Son, do you why I'm stoppin' you for?

I'm young and I'm black
And my hat's low
Or do I look like a reader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I some mo'?

Well, you was fifty-five in the fifty-four
License and 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 trunk in the
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for

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

Well, see how smart you are when the canines come
I got 99 problems, but a ain't 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

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

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 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, talk to the
Pray for him, but some fools love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight

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

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

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

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 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
Shut up, up, shut up
Shut up I'm talkin' to you
up, shut up, shut 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 ain't one, hit me)
I a little room to breathe
(I got 99 problems)
And I'm to, break