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 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 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 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' And word up that shit is soft 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? 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 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 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 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 1, 2, 3, thousand problems 1, 2, 3, thousand problems 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 I got to see the boy hillside Understand, now he's in court I roll all my windows down, pull my shit 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 nigga named Shawn Shit is on, word is bond, money is gone He's with his bitch, in bed I pull out my 44, and I don't wanna do his head 'Cause this shit 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