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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 of facts are those?

If you grew up with in your zapatoes
You'd the minute you was havin' dough
So fuck critics, you can kiss the asshole
If you like the lyrics, you can press fast forward

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

I don't know 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 girl 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 rear mirror is the motherfuckin' law
I got two choices y'all, over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the

And I ain't tryin to see no highway with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the
So I, pull 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 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 carryin' a 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 around the car a little
Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the in the back
And I my rights, so you gon' need a warrant 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 a little 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 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 bitch 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 havin' girl problems, I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

Now once a time, not too long ago
A nigga myself had to strongarm a hoe
is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a havin' no goddamn sense, try an' push me

I try to ignore him, talk to the
Pray for him, but some fools just to perform
You know the type, loud as a
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight

And only thing that's gon' 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
through the system with the riff-raff again

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

All because this was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like 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 bitch 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 girl 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 bitch 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,