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      99 Problems

      99 Problems

      Jay-Z

      Album: The Hits Collection Vol. 1

      If your havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
      I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
      
      [Verse One]
      I 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 O's and you zap the toes
      You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe
      I'm like fuck 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 shit SO
      Rap mags try and use my black ass
      So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers
      I don't know what you take me as
      or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has
      I'm from rags to ritches nigga i ain't dumb
      I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
      Hit me
      
      [Chorus]
      99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
      If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
      I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
      Hit me
      
      [Verse Two]
      The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
      In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin law
      I got two choices yall pull over the car or
      Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
      Now 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
      And i heard "Son do you know why i'm stoppin you for?"
      Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real low
      Do i look like a mind reader sir, i don't know
      Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo?
      "Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four"
      "Liscense and regestration and step out of the car"
      "Are you carryin a weapon on you i know alot of you are"
      I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit
      "Do you mind if i look round the car a little bit?"
      Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
      And i know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that
      "Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?"
      "Or somebody important or somethin?"
      Nah i ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
      Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
      "Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come"
      I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
      Hit me
      
      [Chorus X2]
      
      [Verse Three]
      Now once upon a time not too long ago
      A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
      This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
      But a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push me
      I tried to inore him and talk to the Lord
      Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
      You know the type loud as a motor bike
      But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
      The only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clappin
      He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain
      And there i go traped in the kit kat again
      Back through the system with the riff raff again
      Fiends on the floor scratchin again
      Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin them
      D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again
      Half-a-mil for bail cause i'm African
      All because ths fool was horrasin them
      Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin
      But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how i hold my gun
      I got 99 problems but this bitch ain't one
      Hit me
      
      [Chorus X3]
      
      You're crazy for this one Rick
      It's your boy

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