Jay-Z – 99 Problems

Download clean vinyl LP flac mp3 audio song by Jay-Z and this music is titled “99 Problems”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his Hip-Hop/Rap album which is titled ‘The Black Album’ and was released in the year 2003.

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If you’re having girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one

I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol

Foes that want to 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, “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 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

Ninety nine problems but a bitch ain’t one

If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me

The year’s ’94 and my trunk is raw

In my rearview mirror is the motherfucking law

I got two choices y’all, pull over the car or

Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor

Now I ain’t trying 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 fifty-five in a fifty-four” (uh huh)

“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 shit, all my papers 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 goin’ 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 shit

“Well we’ll see how smart you are when the K-9 come”

I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a bitch ain’t one

If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but a bitch ain’t one

If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me

Now once upon a time not too long ago

A nigga like myself had to strong-arm a ho

This is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy

But a pussy having no goddamn sense try and push me

I tried to ignore ’em, talk to the Lord

Pray for ’em, ’cause some fools just love to perform

You know the type, loud as a motorbike

But wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight

The only thing that’s goin’ happen is I’ma get to clapping and

He and his boys goin’ be yapping 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 scratching again

Paparazzi’s with they cameras, snapping ’em

D.A. tried to give a nigga shaft again

Half a mil’ for bail ’cause I’m African

All because this fool was harassing them

Trying to play the boy like he’s saccharine

But ain’t nothing sweet ’bout how I hold my gun

I got ninety-nine problems being a bitch ain’t one, hit me

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one

If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me

Ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one

If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain’t one, hit me

Having girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got ninety-nine problems and a bitch ain’t one

You’re crazy for this one, Rick, it’s your boy