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

Got 'em

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

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

Got beef with 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 more for ads, fuckers

I don't what you take us as
Or the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we ain't
We 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

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
Bounce on the Devil, put the to the floor

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

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

Well, you was fifty-five in the fifty-four
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 legit
Well, do you if I look around the car a little bit?
Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the
And I know my rights, so you gon' a warrant for that

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

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 ain't 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' 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 bitch one, hit me

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

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

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

Fiends on the floor, scratchin'
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 saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a ain't one

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

you say to me
(I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me)
I need a little room to
(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 room to breathe
(I got 99 problems)
And I'm about to,