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