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1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems

(problems who's got problems
she's got problems got problems
three thousand problems got problems)

It's a cool summer night
My .44's on my waist gotta half a stick of dynamite
Got some beef wit some niggaz across town
Keep my man to the ground
I gotta shut it down they pull up on my block
I'm in my little brown hooptie
So they guess I want the white rock
They walk close towards my ride
Surprise motherf*cker it's a handful of

1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problem
(I got.. problems, three thousand problems)

I put two to his head
I jumped on the southern state then I'm rushin out to Hempstead
One down and one to go
I heard the next nigga's on and he's gotten a ball of dough
I kick in the nigga's door
I sat the nigga in the door wit my nickel played fo'-fo'
And word up that shit is soft
The way this nigga hit the floor when the Freaky got raw
Some bitch tried to burst but I shot her in the back
Back! Aiyyo Money where your stash at?
He took me back inside to this room
Beside the safe full a G's he had mad bags of weeds

1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems
(Problems, I I got problems)

A lot to do
I call up the underground let me speak to that nigga Lu
He said,
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1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems

(problems who's got problems
she's got problems got problems
three thousand problems got problems)

It's a cool summer night
My .44's on my waist gotta half a stick of dynamite
Got some beef wit some niggaz across town
Keep my man to the ground
I gotta shut it down they pull up on my block
I'm in my little brown hooptie
So they guess I want the white rock
They walk close towards my ride
Surprise motherf*cker it's a handful of

1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problem
(I got.. problems, three thousand problems)

I put two to his head
I jumped on the southern state then I'm rushin out to Hempstead
One down and one to go
I heard the next nigga's on and he's gotten a ball of dough
I kick in the nigga's door
I sat the nigga in the door wit my nickel played fo'-fo'
And word up that shit is soft
The way this nigga hit the floor when the Freaky got raw
Some bitch tried to burst but I shot her in the back
Back! Aiyyo Money where your stash at?
He took me back inside to this room
Beside the safe full a G's he had mad bags of weeds

1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems
(Problems, I I got problems)

A lot to do
I call up the underground let me speak to that nigga Lu
He said,
[ Correct these Lyrics ]


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