If you havin’ girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one

He’s got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket’s closed
Rap critics who say he’s “Money, Cash, Hoes”
He’s from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
You’re celebratin’ the minute you was havin’ dough
So like fuck critics: You can kiss our 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 our hits—well I don’t give a shit, so
Rap mags tryin’ 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 intelligence that Jay-Z has
I’m from rags to riches, niggas I ain’t dumb
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me

Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge, and I’m about to break – Yep!
I need a little room to breath
Cause I’m one step closer to the edge, and I’m about to Uh! Uh!

Year’s 94 and my trunk is raw,
And in my rear view mirror is the motha’ fuckin’ law.
Got two choices y’all, pull over the car, or,
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor.
‘n I ain’t tryin’ to see no highway chase with Jay,
And I got a few dollars so I can fight the case,
So I pull over to the side of the road,
I heard, Son, do you know what I’m stoppin’ 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
Hey, am I under arrest or should I guess some mo’
Well you were doin’ 55 in a fifty-fo – Uh huh…
License and registration and step outta the car
Are you carryin a weapon on you, I know a lotta you are!
I ain’t stepping outta shit, all my paper’s legit!
Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?
Well my glove compartment’s locked, so’s the trunk in back,
And I know my rights, so you’re gonna need a warrant for that! Heh.
Aren’t you sharp as a tack? You do some kinda law or something,
Somebody important or somethin’?
Child, I ain’t passed the bar, but I know a little bit,
Enough that you won’t illegally search my shit!
Well we’ll see how smart you are when the canine crawls.

I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
Hit me!
Right!

Everything you say to me,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
And I’m about to break!

I need a little room to breathe,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
I’m about to break!

Everything you say to me,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
And I’m about to break!

I need a little room to breathe,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
Hit me! And I’m about to! BREAK!

Break!
Rock-a-fella y’all.
Break! Break! John! Break! Break! Kicka!

SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKIN’ TO YOU!
Woo!
Shut up!
That is one word!
Shut up!
That is one word!
Shut up!
That is one word!
SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKIN’ TO YOU!
Woo!
Shut up!
That is one word!
Shut up!
That is one word!
Shut up!
That is one word!
SHUT UP, AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK!

Everything you say to me,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
And I’m about to break!

I need a little room to breathe,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
And I’m about to break!

Everything you say to me,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
And I’m about to break!

I need a little room to breathe,
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!

If you’re havin’ girl problems, I feel bad for you son,
(Everything you say to me)
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
(Takes me one step closer to the edge, and I’m about to break!)
I need a little room to breathe!
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
(Cause I’m one step closer to the edge, and I’m about to!)
If you’re havin’ girl problems, I feel bad for you son,
(Everything you say to me)
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
(Takes me one step closer to the edge, and I’m about to break!)
I need a little room to breathe!
I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain’t one!
(Cause I’m one step closer to the edge, and I’m about to!)

Hit me!

I realest dance…
Hahaha

Peace-peace-peace!