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

Got 'em

He's got the Rap on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his 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 zapatoes
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin'
So fuck critics, you can kiss the whole
If you don't like the lyrics, you can press fast

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

I don't 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 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 is the motherfuckin' law
I got two choices y'all, over the car or
on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor

And I ain't tryin to see no chase 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 young and I'm
And my hat's low
Or do I like a mind reader sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some

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

I ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
Well, do you mind if I look 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' need a for that

Aren't you sharp as a tack, you type of
or somethin', somebody important or somethin?
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 the canines come
I 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 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 bitch one
If you girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

Now once a time, not too long 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 ignore him, to the Lord
Pray for him, but some just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fight

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

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

All because this was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's
But ain't nuttin' sweet bout how I my gun
I got 99 B and a bitch 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' problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

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

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