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

If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you son 

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me 

Got 'em Mike 

He's got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol 

Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed 

Rap critics that 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 zapatoes 

You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough 

So fuck critics, you can kiss the whole asshole 

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 our hits, we don't give a shit, so 

All these mags try and use our ass 

So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers 

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I don't know what you take us as 

Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has 

From, rags to riches, we ain't dumb 

We got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me 

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 

Now the year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw 

In the rear view mirror is the motherfuckin' law 

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

Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor 

And 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, I heard 

Son, do you know why I'm stoppin' you for? 

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'Cause I'm young and I'm black 

And my hat's real low 

Or 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 the fifty-four 

License and registration and step out of the car 

Are you carryin' a weapon on you? 

I know a lot of you are 

I ain't steppin' 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 gon' need a warrant for that 

Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of 

Lawyer or somethin', somebody important or somethin? 

Ha, 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 canines come 

I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me 

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 

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 

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 

Now once upon a time, not too long ago 

A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe 

This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy 

But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try an' push me 

I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord 

Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform 

You know the type, loud as a motorbike 

But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight 

And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' and 

He and his boys gon' be yappin' 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, scratchin' again 

Paparazzi's with they cameras, snappin' them 

D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again 

Half a mill' for bail 'cause I'm African 

All because this fool was harassin' them 

Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharin' 

But ain't nuttin' sweet bout how I hold my gun 

I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain't one 

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 

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 

Shut up when I'm talkin' to you 

Shut up, shut up, shut up 

Shut up when I'm talkin' to you 

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up 

I'm about to break 

Everything you say to me 

(I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me) 

I need a little room to breathe 

(I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me) 

Everything you say to me 

(I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me) 

I need a little room to breathe 

(I got 99 problems) 

And I'm about to, break