99 Problems - Killa Kyleon, Boss Hogg Outlawz

Yeah, the only problems these hoe ass niggas got

Is that I keep killing em, run it

Ladies and gentlemen, I wanna welcome you to the hood

And just to let you motherfuckers know, what’s that

I got 99 problems, and a rap ain’t one

If you having rap problems, I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems, and a rap ain’t one nigga

Killa, ha-ha Killa run it, hey-hey

Keep thinking shit’s sweet, like a Cracker Jack

I pack a Mack, that’ll smoke you like a pack of vlacks

I’m getting money, like them niggas getting taxes back

My chain stay full of them thangs, that’s in back of that

That’s diamonds nigga, Killa shining nigga

While you bitches, steady whining nigga

I’m in that 6−45, seats reclining nigga

I was at the bottom, but look now I’m climbing nigga

I paid my dues, so this perfect timing nigga

Plus I’m the best, do I have to remind you niggas

My flow’s digital, but niggas still ain’t getting the picture

I’m God with the flow my nigga, let me spit you a scripture

From Genesis, the revelation

My flow adapts to any situation, stay on that mind like that chick you chasing

I’m a gangsta nigga, get it through your head

'Fore I start busting bullets, and you get it through your head nigga

99 problems, and a rap ain’t one

If you having rap problems, I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems, and a rap ain’t one nigga

Back in the day, not too long ago

A nigga like myself, had to prolong the flow

Upgrade my style, to a stronger flow

Now weak rap is some’ing, I no longer know

Ask Troy who the hardest, then you’ll see

It’s only two good niggas, Slim then me

We created, a monopoly

He been running shit, and plus it ain’t no stopping me

So think again hater, why you keep watching me

Cause a bullet is the only thing, that’s dropping me

Not the labels, cause they know that I’m dope

And they aware of all these other niggas, hits that I broke

So get a noose, if you think I’m gon choke

But it’s not finna happen, if that’s what you hope

Cause I’m finna blow, like a piece of C4

Ah fuck it, go on cut off the beat C-Mo, Killa