Lyrics: LOST BOYZ "1, 2, 3" (0/1)

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1, 2, 3 thousand problems

1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems

1, 2, 3 thousand problems

1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems

1, 2, 3 thousand problems

It's a cool summer night

(problems, who's got problems

My 4 4's on my waist, gotta half a stick of dynamite

she's got problems, got problems

Got some beef with some niggaz across town

three thousand problems, got problems)

Keep my man to the ground, I gotta shut it down

They pull up on my block, I'm in my little brown hooptie

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 South side

Surprise motherfucker it's a handful of south side

1, 2, 3 thousand problems

I put two to his head, I jumped on the southern state

1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problem

Then I'm rushin' out to Hempstead

(I got.. problems, three thousand problems)

One down and one to go, I heard the next nigga's on

And he's gotten a ball of dough

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 with my nickel plated fo', fo'

I sat the nigga in the door wit my nickel plated fo'-fo'

And word up that shit is soft

The way this nigga hit the floor when the freaky got raw

The way this nigga hit the floor when the Freaky got raw

Some bitch tried to burst but I shot her in the back

Aiy yo, Money, where your stash at?

blap! Aiyyo Money where your stash at?

He took me back inside this room

He took me back inside to this room

Beside the safe full of G's, he had mad bags of booze

Beside the safe full a G's he had mad bags of boom

1, 2, 3, thousand 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

1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems

And word up he got a mail press

(Problems, I I got problems)

Aiy yo, Money, what's this address?

1, 2, 45, Boulevard Queens and I 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' through the side door

1, 2, 3, thousand problems

They get robbed, they wanna go

Money, beggin' and repeatin', they don't want trouble

I told that Lu to move the chairs

Aiy yo cheeks, help me take this damn bitch down the stairs

I come back up for the session, money still tied the fuck up confessin'

I blow some smoke into his eyes

"Here nigga, take two more puff before you die"

Yo, I stood up, about faced him and yo lost boys waste him

Aiy yo queens boys waste him and yo south side waste him

1, 2, 3, thousand problems

It's 3 o'clock in the morn, shit is on motherfuckers, shit is on

Yeah, yeah, I gotta get this nigga, Shawn

I'm drivin' in a stolen car with no motherfuckin' lights on

I heard, Shawn got crazy ends

But before I do this thing, I go and pick up my best friends

A 40 ounce and let the fields right

what am i 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 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 bitch down the stairs

I come back up for the session

Money still tied the fuck up confessin

I blow some smoke into his eyes, here nigga

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 motherfuckin world

I got problems)

It's 3 o'clock in the morn

Shit is on motherfuckers shit is on

Yeah yeah, I gotta get this nigga Shawn

I'm drivin in a stolen car wit no motherfuckin 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, now he's in court

Understand that he a gonner

I roll all my windows down, pull my shit on the corner

I roll all my windows down pull my shit on the corner

but I still bein sneaky

But I still bein' sneaky 'cause I'm freaky, Taliq, I'm freaky, Taliq

(What's your name?) Cause I'm freaky

Taliq, I'm freaky Taliq

But right now I got beef wit this nigga named Shawn

Shit is on, word is bond, money is gone

Shit is on word is bond money is gone

He's with his bitch, in bed

He's wit his bitch in bed (ah ah)

I pull out my .44, and I dun put it to his head

I pull out my 44, and I don't wanna do his head

Cause this shit is too easy (even though)

'Cause this shit is too easy

Even though he can go in one squeeze

Even though he can go in one squeeze, G, it's it's it's crazy

G, it's it's it's crazy

Mr.B's LB's, a people 1, 2, 3, 3, thousand problems

Mr.B's L-B's, a people.. 1.. 2.. 3.. 3.. thousand problems

1.. 2.. 3.. thousand problems

1, 2, 3, thousand problems

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