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 motherfucker 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,