Talk shit, get shot!
Act hard Motherfucker, get shot!
Pop off, get shot!
Run up motherfucker, get shot!
Niggas ain't blew up the spot in a while
Motherfucker ain't got shot in a while
Niggas ain't blew up the spot in a while
Motherfucker ain't got shot!

Prepare for impact - masks and black hats
You was speakin', now you're leakin' with your bitch ass
I'm a say this once - I don't play with the AK
You trip I'll hit ya - My clips'll flip ya
I'm not your average - the reaper with the sweeper
conflict turns to glock kicks and bullet hits
Motherfucker Talk shit, Get your wig split
I don't give a fuck about you and your bitch clique!

Talk shit, get shot!
Act hard Motherfucker, get shot!
Pop off, get shot!
Run up motherfucker, get shot!
Niggas ain't blew up the spot in a while
Motherfucker ain't got shot in a while
Niggas ain't blew up the spot in a while
Motherfucker ain't got shot!

Don't push motherfucker, I push back
Fuck with me and catch a 223
We in the age of the gauge
Double "lots" will make the talk stop
Black ops - I fuckin' live for the head shot
Act hard motherfuck - stick your chest out
Break north bitch - that would be your best route
Don't test me - I'm a psycho with the rifle
Beast with the piece - bully with the fully

Anyone can get it. [3x]
Anyone can get it!

For some reason, you motherfuckers think this is a game.
You think you can say anything you want and nothing will ever happen to you
You think we live in a new age, But let me tell ya
It can happen real easy

Don't make me bring the gravity nigga...
You can get hit with the 5th
Twisted with the Biscuit
Blasted with the Ratchet
Jacked with the Mack
Bodied with the Shotty
Dumed with the Pump
Rocked with the Glock
Sprayed with the K
Domed with the Chrome
Downed with the Pound
Tapped with the Strap
Wacked with the Gat
Dusted with the Musket
Tagged with the Mag
Wet with the Intratec
Bled with the Led!

Talk shit, get shot!
Act hard Motherfucker, get shot!
Pop off, get shot!
Run up, get shot!

Talk shit, get shot!

Pray
Pray for death
Pray

You crossed your last motherfucker
It's time to pay your dues
It's time to make you suffer
It's time to turn the screws
Your pain will be my pleasure
Your screams will make me come
Your useless pleads for mercy
I'm having too much fun
My only plan is to keep you alive
So you feel every burn, every cut of my knife
As I break through your skin and your flesh hits the ground
I dismember you slowly and feel your heart pound
You just crossed the wrong person, torture is my biz
Your fatal mistake, tonight's my revenge
Once you bleed at my feet you thought you got away
Now you beg for your life, I suggest you should pray

Pray
Pray for death
Pray

I'm barely getting started, this might go on for days
Transfuse you with new blood so you don't fade away
Maybe I'll pull your teeth out, maybe I'll split your nuts
Maybe just hit your chakra, maybe just spill your guts

Haha, you didn't think I'd found you, huh?
Now I got you here
Tied down in a motherfucking chair
Oh, look at you, you're crying now, you're sorry now
What should I do? Let me look at my utensils
Oh, yeah, I got this record death chill right here
Maybe these pliers, maybe this blowtorch
Oh, look at you, you're crying now

Pray
Pray for death
Pray

My only plan is to keep you alive
So you feel every burn, every cut of my knife
As I break through your skin and your flesh hits the ground
I dismember you slowly and feel your heart pound
You just crossed the wrong person, torture is my biz
Your fatal mistake, tonight's my revenge
Once you bleed at my feet you thought you got away
Now you beg for your life, I suggest you should pray

Yo check this out!

I got a hoe from the East, I got a hoe from the West
Got a hoe who likes to jerk it off and rub it in a chest
I got a bitch from the North, I got a bitch from the South
I got a bitch who like to suck it long and hold it in her mouth
I got a bitch with hair, a bitch with none
A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun
A bitch with an ass big as a TV set
And there's a bitch over there,
Hey, the one I'm gonna get or maybe not!
She might not like me, though
No sweat to a vet, I rock her sister, though.
Or I rock the whole damn herd
Fuck them all and leave them on a curb.
I got a bitch with a mink, who likes a fat gold ling,
Who likes to fuck me with an ass upon the kitchen sink.
I got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass
A bitch with none, but hey, I give her a pass, and I love them all!
I love them crazily, and they love me back
That's why they stay with me!
So if you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one

Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one

I got a bitch that's old, a bitch that's new
A bitch who loves velvet and the colors blue.
I got a bitch that's fat, a bitch that's built
A bitch who all the titties give powder milk.
I got a bitch who's funny, a bitch who ain't
A bitch who can sing, a bitch who can't
I got a bitch who loves fucking on an airplane
I even got a bitch off soul train.
I got a bitch who owns rock's top bands, long ends!
I got a bitch who's broke as a plum
But she's the most fun!
I got a bitch who plays piano, a bitch who don't
A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't
A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall
A bitch who burns my phone with priority calls

And I love them all, I love them crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one

I got a bitch who loves to cheat
She'll fuck you right after she fucks me.
I got a bitch who loves boats
I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes.
I got a bitch that's fast, a bitch who's slow
A bitch that's a virgin, and a bitch that's a hoe.
A bitch that lies, a bitch that's true,
A bitch who's a man, because your bitch is too!
I got a bitch this cool, a bitch this hot,
A bitch who loves rap, a bitch who loves rock
A bitch who's lost, and one who knows where is at
She gets up on me and purrs like a cat.
I got a bitch that runs, a bitch that walks
A bitch she yells, a bitch she talks,
A bitch this dirty, a bitch this mean
A super fan bitch that I knocked at the swap meet

Then I love them all, I love them crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one

You say you done gettin' high, bullshit
You say you took your last drink, bullshit
You're checkin' in next week, bullshit
You say you're finished with drugs, bullshit
Do I look like a fool to you?
You said you had your last trip
Tell this to somebody else
You're checkin' in next week
How do you expect me to believe that?

Go, back, back, back, back to rehab
Go back, back, back, back to rehab
Go, back, back, back, back to rehab
Go back, back, back, back to rehab
Go, go, go

You say you're aiming high
Do I look like a fool to you?
You said you had your last drink
Tell that to somebody else
You're checkin' in next week
How do you expect me to believe that?
I'm sick and fucking tired
Of hearing your fucking excuses

Go, back, back, back, back to rehab
Go back, back, back, back to rehab
Go, back, back, back, back to rehab
Go back, back, back, back to rehab
Go, go, go

We sing this song or all of us
That have people who struggle with addictions
We sing this song cause we want you all to live
And don't waste your life, man
Go, go, go, go

Why I it always anyone else instead of you?
You're gonna wake up dead in this game you play
You got one chance
I'm just checkin' you in
The sad thing is we don't wanna see you die

You say you're aiming high
Do I look like a fool to you?
You said you had your last drink
Tell that to somebody else
You're checkin' in next week
How do you expect me to believe that?
You think all of your friends turned on you?
They're trying to help you!

Go, back, back, back, back to rehab
Go back, back, back, back to rehab
Go, back, back, back, back to rehab
Go back, back, back, back to rehab
Go, go, go, go back

Once upon a time
A man had to stand by his word and everything he said
Motherfucker disrespect you he'd wind up dead
Motherfucker's got the game twisted
Snitching fucking bitches
No more honor, no respect
What does a manhood mean?
Manslaughter, manhood's dead
Manslaughter, manhood's dead

Motherfuckers is way out of pocket
Been getting a fucking pass
You don't hear me dog, 'till you feel that shotgun blast

I might not wear no mask
I might just let you see me
You punks is out of order
It's time for manslaughter
Manslaughter, manhood's dead
Manslaughter, manhood's dead

Sometimes I sit back and I think
I think about what man hood use to mean
How men had to stand for something
Man like my father, real men
Men had to be about something
Men had to give a fuck
Men had to power through it
A man just can't give up
Steel sharpens steel reach the deadly disease
If you don't stand for shit
Then bitch get on your knees

I will not lose

I will not lose

So what's the problem yo, every man is turning bitch
How will I solve it yo? Duct tape and a shallow ditch
Man's an endangered species, this shit is getting soft
Slip up in a foreign country
And get you head cut off

Manslaughter, manhood's dead

The stress is killing me
The pressure is agony
Most people work till they break
While others just take
Stop begging, get a job
Get a gun, motherfucker, go out and rob

I'm up at 5 AM, gettin' my work in
You sleep all day wondering why you're broke
Then you get on the phone and sweat your friends
Sob stories, sob stories never end
You claim you're fly but always need
You're always broke but got money for weed

I got a problem, too
I keep feeding you
I got a problem, too
I keep helping you
I got a problem, too
I keep feeding you
I got a problem, too
I keep helping you
Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker
Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker

So you don't carry a gun, You still steal
You never pay people back and never will
And we keep handin' out, you're breaking my balls
Till I give the fuck up and block your calls
Now I'm the bad guy with a bank account
You just move to your next friend and burn him out
Everyone knows this guy, this shit's true
Or maybe this song's about you

I got a problem, too
I keep feeding you
I got a problem, too
I keep helping you
I got a problem, too
I keep feeding you
I got a problem, too
I keep helping you

Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker
Get a job, motherfucker
Learn to rob, motherfucker

Get a job!

Yo, I came home from work the other day
I was tired
I just wanted to sit back in my big chair
And play a little Xbox
You know
Relax a little
Then my wife comes in
She starts telling me
I play too much Xbox
I said what the fuck do you mean
This is just how I relax
Can I just play a little Xbox
Then she says
I saw on Oprah today
That guys who play video games
Don't love their wives
I'm like motherfucking bitch
Fuck Oprah
I don't give a fuck
I wanna play my video games
I don't give a fuck about Oprah
Oprah ain't got no man
You better worry about your motherfucking self
I just wanna kill some motherfuckers on Xbox
She said
You seem like you have a anger problem
Maybe you need some help
I'm like
Bitch call the police now

Gonna be institutionalized
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won't have any say
They'll brainwash you until you see they way
I'm not crazy - institution
You're the one that's crazy -institution
You're driving me crazy - institution
They put me in a institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the professional help
To save from the enemy myself

The other day I go on the internet
I'm just trying to check my email
So put in my password
It says I have an invalid password
I know my fuckin' password
So then it says go to customer service
So I get on customer service
I start talking to this dude
This motherfucker sounds like he's from India or some shit
He says to me
Whats your first dogs name
I don't know what my fuckin' first dogs name was
What the fucks the matter wit you
I just want my password
Gimme my fuckin' password
So then he ends up giving me my password
And he says
Your password has been sent to your email address
I'm like I cant get in my email address
What about cant get in my email address do you not understand motherfucker
He says oh my god
It seems like you have an anger problem
You should have that checked out
Ahh!

I'm not crazy - institution
You're the one that's crazy -institution
You're driving me crazy - institution
They put me in a institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the professional help
To save from the enemy myself

The other day I'm just sittin' alone
On lunch break at my job
Trying to eat a ham sandwich
Got little potato chips on the side
Little koo-aid
This motherfucker walks up to me and says
Are you gonna eat that
Like yeah I'm gonna eat that
What the fuck you think I'm gonna do
Shove it up your ass
Do you understand that that pork can kill you
Look motherfucker
Pork is not gonna kill me
Unless they figure a way
To shoot it out of a fucking gun
But I might kill you
If you keep fuckin' with me
He says hey calm down
I'm a vegan
Fuck a vegan
I could give a fuck if you eat sawdust motherfucker
Just step away from my fucking sandwich
He said do you realize how much sugar is in that kool-aid
I said do you realize how much blood is in a human body
Do you wanna see it motherfucker
Oh my god
You need therapy
You have an anger problem
Ahh!

I'm not crazy - institution
You're the one that's crazy -institution
You're driving me crazy - institution
They put me in a institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the professional help
To save from the enemy myself

Suicidal!

[feat. Jamey Jasta]

I'm fed up with this shit,
I'm gonna say it,
ain't nobody gonna say it, I'm gonna say it
Motherfuck this shit, you're all whores
music ain't sayin' shit no more
Read my lips, read my lips you ain't talkin' bout shit

America's losing they cribs
While you braggin' bout the shit you did
And the shit that you buy, most of it lies
Yeah I know you know I know
The government's tapping the net
Why you rappin' bout your car and check?
I miss P.E., I miss group's like Rage
This pop shit's making me physically sick
Obama did 8 years 'cuz
Why you singing bout bottles and clubs?
This shit don't make no sense
Most of your fans can't pay their rent

You've been sold a fantasy
You're livin' in a bubble full of bullshit
A pop bubble full of bullshit
You've been sold a fantasy
You're livin' in a bubble full of bullshit
A pop bubble full of bullshit
You're livin' in a bubble

[Jamey Jasta]
You've been sold a fantasy
Little do you know the price we pay
The sick are regarded children starve
Our veterans come out to the real war
They're penitent on borrowed time
The beggar steal, the media lies
Now you've been bought and fucking sold
Feel steel like a temple, body count

[Ice-T]
Music is coming along way
Guys have gone from fight the power,
to what does Kim Kardashian have on today
What the fuck's the matter with you?
This pop shit's driving me fucking crazy
And I'm not talking about the people who start out being pop stars,
I'm talking about so-called 'hardcore' motherfuckers
that'll do anything to get on the radio
Eat a dick.

Body Count, motherfucker

I can't fake it
This shit's whack
I say this to your face, they say behind you back
You corny motherfuckers, can't look me in the eyes
Cause most of you are fake and you're living a lie

You're living in a lie

The cops are still twisted,
the laws are still fucked
The rich are still greedy,
governments still corrupt

You're living in a fucking lie

The music's all gossip
People have no hope
So what, you're making cash?
Your soul is still broke

You've been sold a fantasy
You're living in a bubble full of bullshit
A pop bubble full of bullshit
You've been sold a fantasy
You're living in a bubble full of bullshit
A pop bubble full of bullshit
You're living in a bubble

Bitch motherfuckers, don't want no fight
Ya mothefuckin' pants are too tight
You'll be in for a few,
and then you're through,
cause poppa ain't got no love
So what?
Your shit's in the club
You want me to say some names?
I'm too seasoned in this game,
they only care about fame
Fuck bloggers, fuck bullshit hype,
Ice is the only one tonight
Check my history, ain't shit changed
Still OG, and I'm still insane

Turn that fucking radio off!

People say, "Ice, you got money"
I say, "Man, I just got some money
And I know how easy it is to lose it"
You know what I'm saying?
I know how one mistake can cost you it all
I didn't come from money
I came from the dark side
And I never wanna go back there

The ghetto is not black, the ghetto is poor
You don't know me, you ain't never met me before

You pre-judge my life and you don't know my pain
You feel you're so much better when we're all the same
Because you have money you feel you're above us all
So fucking self-righteous until you take that fall
And then you're flat broke and you need food to eat
Once behind guarded gates and now you walk the streets
Police are different now, you get fucked with every day
You walk by people now, they move the other way
You never gave a fuck, just lived your selfish life
You never broke a law, hungry - you fucking might!

Welcome to the dark side
Survival makes you blood thirsty
Into the dark side
Survival makes you blood thirsty
Welcome to the dark side
Survival makes you blood thirsty

Don't ever judge a man till you lived his life
The tables could turn in the blink of an eye
Talking shit from that high horse you ride
One mistake for you, into the dark side

Into the dark side
Survival makes you blood thirsty
Welcome to the dark side
Survival makes you blood thirsty
Into the dark side
Survival makes you blood thirsty

Bless your flesh, full contact
Risk your life in a blink of an eye!
Man on men, mortal combat
Don't fall, you could lose it all!
The more brutal the better,
The harder to rest,
Body clash and? to stay
I've seen it all, every show
One thing never cease to amaze!

There's a bitch in the pit
A fucking pit in the pit
There's a bitch in the pit
There's a bitch in the pit

Keep it moving, this is no fucking joke
One slip, you could get your neck broke.
This is the killer tone where the weak lose
All the fuck I command you to do is MOVE YOUR ASS!
MOVE YOUR ASS!
See, I don't give a fuck she's harder than man,
In the chaos, song after song
She's not afraid to bleed?
In the hospital all night long.
She's in the hotter reaction,
She knows what she's doing
Her doc might stop the fall.
Every night, every show
There's a bitch in the pit!

There's a bitch in the pit
A fucking pit in the pit
There's a bitch in the pit
There's a bitch in the pit

She came here to party, she's ready to rock
She said, let's ride or die!
She ain't scared of nothing,
She's ready to fight, she said she'll die tonight!
She came here to party, she's ready to rock
She said, let's ride or die!
She ain't scared of nothing,
She's ready to fight, she said she'll die tonight!
She came here to party, she's ready to rock
She said, let's ride or die!
She ain't scared of nothing,
She's ready to fight, she said she'll die tonight!

There's a bitch in the pit!
Who the fuck is that bitch?

I'm speaking to the old lady with that voodoo doll
Well, there's more to that story
She had a daughter
Way down in New Orleans
I met this voodoo queen
Finest bitch I ever seen
A human sex machine
A walking wet dream
She said she wanted me

She said come here boy
I show you how to do it right
You think you know about sex
But you don't know shit
I'm gonna fuck you all night

She took me back to her crib, cold, dark and scary
Connected to a cemetery
A thousand candles lit
I couldn't fuckin' breathe
And then she pushed up again me

And said come here, boy
I show you how to do it right
You think you know about sex
But you don't know shit
I'm gonna fuck you all night
Sex black voodoo, sex black voodoo, sex black voodoo
Sex black voodoo, sex black voodoo, sex black voodoo
Sex black voodoo, sex
Please God help me!
She pushed me back in the bed
Her sheets were blood red
Then she did some voodoo shit
And then he started to sweat
Her body was soaking wet

She said come here boy
I show you how to do it right
You think you know about sex
But you don't know shit
I'm gonna fuck you all night

Hold on, what the fuck is that shit?
Is that a knife?
Bitch, is that a knife?!
Is that real blood?!
Hold on, bitch, you're crazy!
Black voodoo sex

So you wanna be a gangsta, bang to death
Shoot to kill, represent your set
Ride around in a low rider
No matter how hard they can go
You can go harder
Never scared to get down, quickly bust your Mac
Enemies get dealt with, never tuck your flag
Stay dusted, high as a motherfucker
Get that working, lay down another buster
And the game, it don't matter, it becomes your wife
Ink in your skin 'cause this shit's for life
Pledge your life to the hood, nigga, you ain't cut for this
Motherfucker, you can't fuck with this

You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta

You wanna be a gangsta
Yo, that shit looks sweet
You wanna be a gangsta
Kakis and chucks in your feet
You wanna be a gangsta
The neighborhood's elite
You wanna be a gangsta
You gonna die in the streets

You don't know a thing about this
Too many fucking rap songs
They got you on the pay, this is your last song
You sit behind a keyboard and you pretend you hard as fuck
But you must've been hood, get your ass sold up
And if you want to, boy, don't have to look too hard
You can listen to me or fuck a prison guard
Get caught in this world, gang banging is no fucking game
Fuck around in the killers' fields and get blown out the frame

I want you to listen to me
And pay fucking attention
If you ain't from the hood
Stay the fuck out of the hood

You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta
You wanna be a gangsta

You wanna be a gangsta
Yo, that shit looks sweet
You wanna be a gangsta
Kakis and chucks in your feet
You wanna be a gangsta
The neighborhood's elite
You wanna be a gangsta
You gonna die in the streets

This song is dedicated to the heroes, the real heroes!
Young men and women that have given their lives
And risked their lives for this country!

Taught you everything, dropped out of school at 17
Trying to get a job at an early age,
But no diploma means minimum wage.
Bumped into a military recruiter,
Said the same, no game, no first person shooter.
With high-school you missed it,
So that day you're enlisted.
First day off the ?
Basic training, scared as fuck,
Thrill instructors, demons from hell
You never forget what you hear and yell
Six minutes of torture drives you insane
March, run, march, train!
You're asking yourself why the fuck you came,
Lock them all 30 rounds, watch your lane!

[Hook:]
I, I will always love you
I, I will always love you
I, I will always love you
We, we always will love you
We, we always will love you
We always will love you
Always will love you!
Always will love you!

Basic bullshit, the AIT,
Been through a unit, company, squad
You finally get a break cause training is hard.
You meet your new fam, the platoon men
You bond with them, they become your boys
Two months later you're all deployed.
Now down range, shit gets real
Enemy shoot back, confirm your kills
You learn firsthand, PTSD,
Your best friend's kill, by IED
You watch your whole team get blown apart
You catch a frag and a purple heart.
You write back home, you lost your pride
You struggle with thoughts of suicide
To this country you gave your life,
And we must respect your sacrifice!

I, I will always love you
I, I will always love you
I, I will always love you
We, we always will love you
We, we always will love you
We always will love you
Always will love you!
Always will love you!
Always will love you!
Always will love you!

This goes out to my fellow vets
Sometimes you come home, you don't get the respect you deserve
You don't get the love and the praise that you should
Well, I'm here to give it to you right now!
A lot of times people don't realize
That the freedoms we have here
People have thought and died for it
Giving their lives!
Come on, man!
I love you!

I, I will always love you
I, I will always love you
I, I will always love you
We, we always will love you
We, we always will love you
We always will love you
Always will love you!
Always will love you!
Always will love you!
Always will love you!

So if you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one

I got a hoe from the East, I got a hoe from the West
Got a hoe who likes to jerk it off and rub it in a chest
I got a bitch from the North, I got a bitch from the South
I got a bitch who like to suck it long and hold it in her mouth
I got a bitch with hair, a bitch with none
A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun
A bitch with an ass big as a TV set
And there's a bitch over there,
Hey, the one I'm gonna get or maybe not!
She might not like me, though
No sweat to a vet, I rock her sister, though.
Or I rock the whole damn herd
Fuck them all and leave them on a curb.
I got a bitch with a mink, who likes a fat gold ling,
Who likes to fuck me with an ass upon the kitchen sink.
I got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass
A bitch with none, but hey, I give her a pass, and I love them all!
I love them crazily, and they love me back
That's why they stay with me!
So if you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one

Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one

I got a bitch that's old, a bitch that's new
A bitch who loves velvet and the colors blue.
I got a bitch that's fat, a bitch that's built
A bitch who all the titties give powder milk.
I got a bitch who's funny, a bitch who ain't
A bitch who can sing, a bitch who can't
I got a bitch who loves fucking on an airplane
I even got a bitch off soul train.
I got a bitch who owns rock's top bands, long ends!
I got a bitch who's broke as a plum
But she's the most fun!
I got a bitch who plays piano, a bitch who don't
A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't
A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall
A bitch who burns my phone with priority calls

And I love them all, I love them crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one

I got a bitch who loves to cheat
She'll fuck you right after she fucks me.
I got a bitch who loves boats
I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes.
I got a bitch that's fast, a bitch who's slow
A bitch that's a virgin, and a bitch that's a hoe.
A bitch that lies, a bitch that's true,
A bitch who's a man, because your bitch is too!
I got a bitch this cool, a bitch this hot,
A bitch who loves rap, a bitch who loves rock
A bitch who's lost, and one who knows where is at
She gets up on me and purrs like a cat.
I got a bitch that runs, a bitch that walks
A bitch she yells, a bitch she talks,
A bitch this dirty, a bitch this mean
A super fan bitch that I knocked at the swap meet

Then I love them all, I love them crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you're having girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one
Hit me!
99 problems and the bitch ain't one!
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and the bitch ain't one