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Linkin Park & Jay-Z - Points Of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Lead Vocals
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Electric Guitar
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Lead Vocals
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Drums
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Vocals
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Bass Guitar
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Songwriter
Felix Pappalardi
Felix Pappalardi
Songwriter
Ice T
Ice T
Songwriter
John Ventura
John Ventura
Songwriter
Leslie Weinstein
Leslie Weinstein
Songwriter
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Songwriter
Norman Landsberg
Norman Landsberg
Songwriter
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
William Squier
William Squier
Songwriter
Alphonso Henderson
Alphonso Henderson
Songwriter
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LINKIN PARK
LINKIN PARK
Executive Producer
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Producer
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Executive Producer
John Ewing
John Ewing
Engineer
John Meneilly
John Meneilly
Executive Producer
Rob McDermott
Rob McDermott
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Mark Kiczula
Mark Kiczula
Engineer

Songteksten

If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me He's gotta mic He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes" He's from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those If you grew up with holes in your zapitos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' doe So, fuck critics, you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Beef with radio, if we don't play they show They don't play out hits, we don't give a shit, so All these mags try and use our ass So, advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't know what you take us as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has From rags to riches, nigga, we ain't dumb We got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one And the year is '94 and in my trunk is raw In the rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law I got two choices ya'll, pull over the car or Bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor Now, I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake Plus, I got a few dollars, I can fight the case So, I pull over to the side of the road I heard, "Son, do you know what I'm stoppin you for?" 'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low Do I look like a mind reader, Sir? I don't know Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo? You was doin' fifty five in a fifty four License and registration and step out of the car Are you carryin' a weapon on you? I know alot of you are Well, I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my papers legit But do you mind if I look around the car a little bit? Well, my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back And I know my rights, so, you gon' need a warrant for that Aren't you sharp as a tack, get me some type of lawyer or some Somebody important or somethin'? Ha, I ain't pass the bar but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my shit We'll see how smart you are when the K-9's come I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me Now, once upon a time, not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try and push me I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord Pray for him 'cause some fools just love to perform You know the type, loud as a motor bike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight The only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin' He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the captain And there I go traped in the kit, kat again Back through the system with the riff, raff again Fiends on the floor scratchin' again Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin' them D A tried to give the nigga the shaft again Half-a-mil for bail 'cause I'm African All because this fool was harrasin' them Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccarin But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun I got 99 problems, being a bitch ain't one 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me Shut up when I'm talking to you Shut up, shut up, shut up Shut up when I'm talking to you Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up I'm about to break (Everything you say to me) I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me (I need a little room to breathe) I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me (Everything you say to me) I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me (I need a little room to breathe) I got 99 problems and I'm about to break
Writer(s): Tracy Marrow, Mike Shinoda, Joseph Hahn, Billy Squier, Felix Pappalardi, Alphonso Henderson, Leslie Weinstein, John Ventura, Norman Landsberg, Chester Bennington, Brad Delson, Rob Bourdon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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