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

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

Got beef radio if we don't play they show
They don't play our hits, we don't 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 the intelligence that 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 bitch one, hit me

Now the is ninety-four, in my trunk 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 ain't to see no highway chase with Jake
I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I, pull to the side of the road, I heard
Son, do you why I'm stoppin' you for?

'Cause I'm and I'm black
And my real low
Or do I like a mind reader sir? I don't know
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 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 need a warrant for that

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

Well, we'll see how 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' 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 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 like myself had to a hoe
This is not a hoe in the of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' me

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

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

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

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 bitch 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 ain't one
If you havin' girl problems, I bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me

up when I'm talkin' to you
Shut up, up, shut up
Shut up when I'm to you
Shut up, up, shut up, shut 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 ain't one, hit me)
I need a room to breathe
(I got 99 problems)
And I'm about to,