Linkin Park - Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Close lyrics

If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one Hit me You got it Mike? He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed Rap critics you 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 zapitos You'd celebrate the minute you was having doe So f** critics you can kiss our whole a**hole If you don't like the lyrics you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if we don't play they show They don't play out hits well we don't give a sh** SO All these mags try and use our a** So advertisers can give em more cash for ads, f**ers I don't know what you take us as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has We're from rags to riches we ain't dumb 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 The year's '94 and in my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother f**ing 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 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 doing fifty five in a fifty four" "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** 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 goin' need a warrant for that "Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?" "Or somebody important or something?" Nah I ain't pa** the bar but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my sh** "Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come" I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one Hit me 99 Problems but a b**h ain't one If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son 'Cause I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one Hit me 99 Problems but a b**h ain't one If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son 'Cause I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one Hit me 99 Problems but a b**h ain't one If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son 'Cause I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one 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 having a p**y But a p**y having no God Damn sense, try and push me I tried to ignore 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'ma get to clapping 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 them D.A. tred to give the n***a the shaft again Half-a-mil for bail cause I'm African All because the fool was hara**ing them Trying to play the boy like he's saccharin But ain't nothing 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 having girl problems I feel bad for you son 'Cause I got 99 problems but a b**h ain't one Hit me 99 Problems but a b**h ain't one If you having 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 Shut up when I'm talking to you Shut up, shut up, shut up I'm about to 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