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, "Taliq, whats up my man?"

I got this nigga locked down wit my joint to his gun

And word up he got an mail press

Aiyyo Money what's this address?

1245 Boulevard Queens, and and tell my man they try to caravan

Understand I'm on a mission

And just be nice to pack some extra ammunition

and get some Phillies from the store

And park the van on the corner and you're comin