Linkin Park - 99 Problems/one Step Closer lyrics

[JAY-Z] If your havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't 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 holes in your zapatos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe I'm like f** critics you can kiss my whole a**hole 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** 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 intellegence that Jay-Z has I'm from rags to ritches n***as I ain't dumb I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one Hit me (Chorus) 99 Problems but a b**h ain't one If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother f**in 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" "Uh huh" "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 sh** 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?" I ain't pa** the bar but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my sh** "Well we'll see how smart you are when the K-9's come" I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one Hit me (ChorusX2) Now once upon a time not too long ago A n***a like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a p**y But a p**y 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 n***a 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 b**h ain't one 99 Problems but a b**h ain't one If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one Hit me 99 Problems but a b**h ain't one If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one Hit me shut up when I'm talking to you shut up, shut up, shut up(X2) I'm about to BREAK Everything you say to me I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one Hit me I need a little room to breathe I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one Hit me Everything you say to me I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one Hit me I need a little room to breathe I got 99 problems And I'm about to Break