Jay-Z - Intro-A Million And One Questions-Rhyme No More Lyrics

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Somebody's pulling me close to the ground

I ain't panicked I been here before

Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage

In front of that crowd

And showed them who was who and what was what

Man look at these suckers

I ain't no rapper I'm a hustler

It just so happens that I know how to rap

Okay I reloaded

I did it again niggaz

Fucked up right? I know

I know what y'all niggaz are askin' yourself

Is he gonna ever fall off? No

Lotta speculation on the monies I've made

Honies I've slayed how is he for real? Is that nigga really paid?

Hustlers I've met or dealt with direct

Is it true he stayed the beef and slept with a tech?

What's the position you hold?

Can you really match a triple platinum artist

Buck by buck by only a single goin' gold?

Roc-A-Fella ship fold an' you're left out in the cold

Is it back to chargin' motherfuckers 11 for a O?

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For the millionth time askin 'me

Questions like Wendy Williams harrassin' me

Then get upset when I catch feelings

Can I get a minute to breathe? An' in that minute you leave

While I'm lookin' at my Rol' ice spinnin' on my sleeve

Uh nice watch do you really have a spot?

Like you said in 'Friend or Foe' an' if so what block?

What you doin' in L.A.'with Phillipinos and ese's

Latinos and Cheve's down by Pico with Frederico

I answer all your questions but then y'all got to go

Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know?

A million a million a million

Roc-A-Fella y'all know my style

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more 'bout crime no more

'Til I'm no more 'cause I'm so raw

My flow expose holes that they find in yours

Wasn't for me niggaz still be dyin' for whores

But I hate when a nigga sit back admirin' yours

Young blood you better get that we fryin' baccars

Niggaz don't want to be confined to ridin' the iron horse

An' don't listen to the rappers yo they dyin' to floss

I used to be O.T. applyin' the force

Shoot up the whole block then the iron I toss

Come back with the click playin' Diana Ross

I'm the boss an' this is how it's gon' be

Burnt the turn pipe wild miles on the V

I got mouths to feed 'til they put flowers on me

An' kiss my cold cheek chicks cryin' like I was Chochise

Tombstone read 'He was holdin' no leaks'

Started from the crack game an' then so sweet

Freaked it to the rap game Jigga the old G

On MTV tellin' 'em how I sold D

An' used to back work up out of apartment 4B

Me an' my homie started out coldies

Picked the mailbox lock 'cause I ain't have no key

Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'

Then I went low key but now I'm back it's on motherfuckers

Jigga yeah Roc-A-Fella y'all feel this

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