Jay-z - A Million And One Questions Rhyme No More (intro) Lyrics
[somebody Whispering]
somebody`s Pulling Me Closer 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`m Reloaded!
(music Drops In)
[jay-z]
i Did It Again Niggaz
fucked Up, Right? I Know
i Know What Y`all Niggaz Asking Yourself
is He Gonna Ever Fall Off?
no...
...a Lot Of Speculation
on The Monies I`ve Made, Honeys 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 Slay 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, And You`re Left Out In The Cold
is It Back To Charging Motherfuckers 11 For An O
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? And In That Minute You Leave
while I`m Looking At My Rol` Ice Spinnin On My Sleeve
uh, Nice Watch, Do You Really Have A Spot?
like You Said In Friend Or Foe And If So, What Block?
what You Doin In L.a., With Phillipinos And Ese`s
latinos And Cheve`s, Down By Pico Withh 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? Blaow!
roc-a-fella Y`all, Uhh, Uh
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 Dying For Whores
but I Hate When A Nigga Sit Back, Admirin Yours
young Blood You Better Get That, We Frying Baccars
niggaz Don`t Want To Be Confined To Riding The Iron Horse
and Don`t Listen To The Rappers, They Dying 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 Playing Diana Ross
i`m The Boss And This Is How It`s Gonna Be
burnt The Turnpike, Wild Miles On The V
i Got Mouths To Feed Till They Put Flowers On Me
and Kiss My Cold Cheek, Chicks Crying Like I Was Cochise
tombstone Read `he Was Holdin No Leaks`
started From The Crack Game And Then So Sweet
freaked It To The Rap Game, Jigga The Old-g
on Mtv, Telling Em How I Sold D
and Used To Back Work Up Out Of Apartment 4-b
me And 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, Uh-huh, Yeah
roc-a-fella Y`all
uhh, Feel This
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