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

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

Got beef with radio if we don't they 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' girl problems, I 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 mirror is the motherfuckin' law
I got two y'all, pull over the car or
Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the

And I ain't tryin to see no highway chase with
I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the road, I
Son, do you why I'm stoppin' you for?

'Cause I'm young and I'm
And my real low
Or do I look a mind reader sir? I don't know
Am I under or should I guess some mo'?

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

I steppin' 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 know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for

Aren't you sharp as a tack, you type of
or somethin', somebody important or somethin?
Ha, I ain't passed the bar, but I 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 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

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 upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a
But a pussy havin' no sense, try an' push me

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

And only that's 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 again
Back 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
a mill' for bail 'cause I'm African

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

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

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
Shut up when I'm to you
up, shut up, shut up, shut up
I'm about to

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