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 n***** 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 m*********** it's a handful of south side
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 n****'s on and he's gotten a ball of dough
I kick in the n****'s door
I sat the n**** in the door wit my nickel plated fo'-fo'
And word up that s*** is soft
The way this n**** hit the floor when the Freaky got raw
Some b**** tried to burst but I shot her in the back
blap! 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 boom
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems
(Problems, I I got problems)
what am i to do
I call up the underground let me speak to that n**** Lu
He said, "Taliq, whats up my man?"
I got this n**** locked down wit my joint to his gun
And word up he got an mail press
Aiyyo Money what's this address?
1245 Boulevard quick sand, and tell my man to drive the caravan
Understand I'm on a mission
And just for extra bring some extra ammunition
and get some Phillies from the store
And park the van on the corner and you're comin through the side door
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems
(I got problems, we got problems)
They get robbed they wanna go
And we don't want trouble, I told Lou to move the chairs
Aiyyo Cheeks, help me take this dead b**** down the stairs
I come back up for the session
Money still tied the f*** up confessin
I blow some smoke into his eyes, here n****
take two more puffs before you die
Yo, I stood up,i bold faced him
A yo Lost Boyz waste him
a yo Queens board waste him, a yo Southside waste him
1..2..3.. thousand problems
(Who got problems
Pretty Lou and the whole m*********** world
I got problems)
It's 3 o'clock in the morn
s*** is on m************ s*** is on
Yeah yeah, I gotta get this n**** Shawn
I'm drivin in a stolen car wit no m*********** lights on
I heard Shawn got crazy ends
But before I do this hit I go and pick up my best friends
A forty ounce and lead feels right
I got to see the boy hillside
Understand that he a gonner
I roll all my windows down pull my s*** on the corner
but I still bein sneaky
(What's your name?) Cause I'm freaky Taliq, I'm freaky Taliq
But right now I got beef wit this n**** named Shawn
s*** is on word is bond money is gone
He's wit his b**** in bed (ah ah)
I pull out my .44, and I dun put it to his head
Cause this s*** is too easy (even though)
Even though he can go in one squeeze G, it's it's it's crazy
Mr.B's L-B's, a people.. 1.. 2.. 3.. 3.. thousand problems
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 n***** 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 m*********** it's a handful of south side
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 n****'s on and he's gotten a ball of dough
I kick in the n****'s door
I sat the n**** in the door wit my nickel plated fo'-fo'
And word up that s*** is soft
The way this n**** hit the floor when the Freaky got raw
Some b**** tried to burst but I shot her in the back
blap! 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 boom
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems
(Problems, I I got problems)
what am i to do
I call up the underground let me speak to that n**** Lu
He said, "Taliq, whats up my man?"
I got this n**** locked down wit my joint to his gun
And word up he got an mail press
Aiyyo Money what's this address?
1245 Boulevard quick sand, and tell my man to drive the caravan
Understand I'm on a mission
And just for extra bring some extra ammunition
and get some Phillies from the store
And park the van on the corner and you're comin through the side door
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems
(I got problems, we got problems)
They get robbed they wanna go
And we don't want trouble, I told Lou to move the chairs
Aiyyo Cheeks, help me take this dead b**** down the stairs
I come back up for the session
Money still tied the f*** up confessin
I blow some smoke into his eyes, here n****
take two more puffs before you die
Yo, I stood up,i bold faced him
A yo Lost Boyz waste him
a yo Queens board waste him, a yo Southside waste him
1..2..3.. thousand problems
(Who got problems
Pretty Lou and the whole m*********** world
I got problems)
It's 3 o'clock in the morn
s*** is on m************ s*** is on
Yeah yeah, I gotta get this n**** Shawn
I'm drivin in a stolen car wit no m*********** lights on
I heard Shawn got crazy ends
But before I do this hit I go and pick up my best friends
A forty ounce and lead feels right
I got to see the boy hillside
Understand that he a gonner
I roll all my windows down pull my s*** on the corner
but I still bein sneaky
(What's your name?) Cause I'm freaky Taliq, I'm freaky Taliq
But right now I got beef wit this n**** named Shawn
s*** is on word is bond money is gone
He's wit his b**** in bed (ah ah)
I pull out my .44, and I dun put it to his head
Cause this s*** is too easy (even though)
Even though he can go in one squeeze G, it's it's it's crazy
Mr.B's L-B's, a people.. 1.. 2.. 3.. 3.. thousand problems
1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems