1 2 3 Lyrics - Singles - Lost Boyz

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