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

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

Got beef with radio if we don't play show
don't play our hits, we don't give a shit, so
All these try and use our ass
So advertisers can give 'em 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 ain't 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 view mirror is the 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 highway with Jake
I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I, pull over to the of the road, I heard
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 sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some

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

I steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit
Well, do you mind if I look the car a little bit?
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 as a tack, you some type 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, see how smart you are when the canines come
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

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

Now once a time, not too long ago
A nigga myself had to strongarm 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, to the Lord
Pray for him, but fools just love to perform
You know the type, as a motorbike
But wouldn't a grape in a fruit fight

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

Fiends on the floor, 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'
Tryin' to play the boy like he's
But ain't nuttin' sweet bout how I my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch one

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

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

you say to me
(I got 99 problems, but a bitch one, hit me)
I need a little room to
(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 little room to
(I got 99 problems)
And I'm to, break