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If you havin' 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 make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics say he's, "Money, Cash, Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid, what type of are those?

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

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

I don't know 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 ain't one
If you girl 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 view mirror is the motherfuckin' law
I got two choices y'all, pull 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 fight the
So I, pull over to the side of the road, I
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 a mind reader sir? I don't know
Am I arrest or should I guess some mo'?

Well, you was doin' fifty-five in the
and registration and step 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 around the car a little bit?
Well, my compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a for that

Aren't you sharp as a tack, you 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 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 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 havin' 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 myself had to a hoe
This is not a hoe in the of havin' a pussy
But a pussy no goddamn sense, try an' push me

I try to him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools love to perform
You know the type, loud as a
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 boys gon' be yappin' to the
And there I go, trapped in the again
through 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 shaft
Half a mill' for bail 'cause I'm

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

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

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

you say to me
(I got 99 problems, but a ain't one, hit me)
I need a 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 little to breathe
(I got 99 problems)
And I'm about to,