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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 stupid, what type of facts 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 whole
If you like the lyrics, you can press fast forward

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

I don't know what you 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 ain't one
If you havin' 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 view mirror 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 highway chase with
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the
So I, over to the side of the road, I heard
Son, do you know why I'm stoppin' you

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

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 legit
Well, do you mind if I look the car a little bit?
Well, my glove is locked, so is the trunk in the back
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 or somethin?
Ha, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a 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 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 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' 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 nigga like myself had to a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of a pussy
But a havin' no goddamn sense, try an' push me

I try to him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but fools just love to perform
You the type, loud as a motorbike
But bust a grape 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 the system with the riff-raff again

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

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

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

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