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99 Problems (186 BPM) - Hit Running Trax

If you're having girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one
I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's Money Cash Hoes
I'm from the hood stupid
What type of facts are those

If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm like F**k critics
You can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics
You can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits
Well I don't give a sh*t so

Rap mags try and use my black a**
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads

I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay Z has
I'm from rags to riches I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me
The year is '94 in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherf**king law
Got two choices y'all pull over the car or

Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case
So I pull over to the side of the road
I heard Son do you know why I'm stopping you for
'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Do I look like a mind reader sir I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some more
Well you was doing 55 in a 54
License and registration and step out of the car
Are you carrying a weapon on you
I know a lot of you are
I ain't stepping out of sh*t all my paper's legit
Well do you mind
If I look around the car a little bit
Well my glove compartment is locked
So is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights
So you gon' need a warrant for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack
You some type of lawyer or something
Somebody important or something
Well I ain't passed the bar
But I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my sh*t
Well we'll see how smart you are when the K9 come
I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one
If you're having girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one
If you're having girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one
Hit me
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A ni**a like myself had to strong-arm

This is not a ho in the sense of having a p**sy
But a p**sy having no Goddamn sense try and push me

I try to ignore him talk to the Lord
Pray for him but some fools just love to perform

You know the type loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin'
And he and his boys gonna be yappin' to the Captain
And there I go trapped in the Kit-Kat again

Back through the system with the riff-raff again

Fiends on the floor scratchin' again
Paparazzis with they cameras snappin' 'em

D.A. try to give a ni**a shaft again
Half a mil' for bail 'cause I'm African

All because this fool was harassin' them

Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems being a b**ch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me

99 problems but a b**ch ain't one
If you're having girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one hit me

Having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a b**ch ain't one

You crazy for this one Rick

It's your boy