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lirik lagu lost boyz - 1 2 3

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
my 4 4’s on my waist, gotta half a stick of dynamite
got some beef with some n-gg-z 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 motherf-cker, it’s a handful of south side

1, 2, 3 thousand problems
1, 2, 3 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-gg-‘s on
and he’s gotten a ball of dough

i kick in the n-gg-‘s door
i sat the n-gg- in the door with my nickel plated fo’, fo’
and word up that sh-t is soft
the way this n-gg- hit the floor when the freaky got raw

some b-tch tried to burst but i shot her in the back
aiy yo, money, where your stash at?
he took me back inside this room
beside the safe full of g’s, he had mad bags of booze

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

a lot to do
i call up the underground
let me speak to that n-gg- lu
he said, “taliq, whats up my man?”

i got this n-gg- locked down wit my joint to his gun
and word up he got a mail press
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
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
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 d-mn b-tch down the stairs
i come back up for the session, money still tied the f-ck up confessin’

i blow some smoke into his eyes
“here n-gg-, 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
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

it’s 3 o’clock in the morn, sh-t is on motherf-ckers, sh-t is on
yeah, yeah, i gotta get this n-gg-, shawn
i’m drivin’ in a stolen car with no motherf-ckin’ 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
i got to see the boy hillside
understand, now he’s in court
i roll all my windows down, pull my sh-t on the corner

but i still bein’ sneaky ’cause i’m freaky, taliq, i’m freaky, taliq
but right now i got beef wit this n-gg- named shawn
sh-t is on, word is bond, money is gone
he’s with his b-tch, in bed

i pull out my 44, and i don’t wanna do his head
’cause this sh-t is too easy
even though he can go in one squeeze, g, it’s it’s it’s crazy
mr.b’s lb’s, a people 1, 2, 3, 3, thousand problems

1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems
1, 2, 3, thousand problems

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