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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

got the Rap Patrol 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 are those?

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

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

I don't know you take us as
Or understand the intelligence Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we 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 year is ninety-four, in my is raw
In the rear mirror is the motherfuckin' law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or
on the Devil, put the pedal 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 know why I'm stoppin' you

I'm young and I'm black
And my real 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 carryin' a weapon on
I a lot of you are

I ain't out of shit, all my papers legit
Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little
Well, my glove is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for

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

Well, see how smart you are when the canines come
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 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 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

Now upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like had to strongarm 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 him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't bust a in a fruit fight

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

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

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

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

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

Shut up when I'm to you
Shut up, shut up, up
Shut up I'm talkin' to you
up, shut 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 little to breathe
(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 little to breathe
(I got 99 problems)
And I'm about to,