Trading My Sorrows Lyrics

I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Critics that say he's money, cash, hoes
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one

Insane in the men brain
Insain in the brain
Insane in the men brain
Jimmy is insane
Jimmy has got no brains

I'm gonna pop some tags
Only twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm m hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking, awesome