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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 wanna make sure his closed
Rap that say he's, "Money, Cash, Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid, what of facts are those?

If you up with holes in your zapatoes
You'd 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 with 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 advertisers can give 'em cash for ads, fuckers

I don't what you take us as
Or understand the intelligence 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 year is ninety-four, in my is raw
In the rear view 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 tryin to see no highway chase with Jake
I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I, over to the side of the road, I heard
Son, do you know why I'm you for?

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

Well, you was doin' in the fifty-four
and registration and step out of the car
Are you carryin' a on you?
I a lot of you are

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

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

Well, we'll see how smart you are when the come
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 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

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 like myself had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a
But a havin' no goddamn 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 a grape in a fruit fight

And only that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and
He and his boys gon' be to the Captain
And there I go, in the Kit-Kat again
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
Half a mill' for bail 'cause I'm

All because this fool was harassin'
to play the boy like he's saccharin'
But ain't nuttin' bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch 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' 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, up, shut up
up when I'm talkin' to you
Shut up, up, shut up, shut up
I'm about to

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