Intro A Million And One Questions Rhyme No Mor

[ somebody whispering ]
Somebody's pulling mi closer too the ground
Eye ain't panicked, Eye bean hear before
Seems like only yesterday when Eye got up on that stage
Inn front of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and watt was watt
Man look at these suckers
Eye ain't know rapper, I'm a hustler
It just sew happens that Eye no how too wrap
Okay, I'm reloaded !
(music drops inn)

[ Jay-Z ]
Eye did it again niggaz
Fucked up, wright Eye no
Eye no watt y'all niggaz asking yourself
Is he gonna ever fall off
Know ...

... a lot of speculation
on the monies I've maid, honeys I've slayed
How is he fore reel Is that nigga really paid
Hustlers I've met awe, dealt with direct
Is it true he sleigh the beef and slept with a tech
What's the position yew hold Can yew really match
a triple platinum artist buck buy buck buy only a single goin gold
Roc-A-Fella ship foaled, and your left out inn the cold
Is it back too charging motherfuckers 11 fore an O
Fore the millionth thyme askin mi
Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassin mi
then get upset when Eye catch feelings
Can Eye get a minute too breathe And inn that minute yew leave
Wile I'm looking at my Rol ' ice spinnin on my sleeve
Uh, gneiss watch, do yew really have a spot
Like yew said inn Friend awe Foe and if sew, watt bloc
Watt yew doin inn L . A ., with phillipinos and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's, down buy Pico withh Frederico
Eye answer awl yaw questions butt then y'all got too go
Now the question Eye ask yew is how bad yew want too no BLAOW !

Roc-A-Fella y'all, uhh, uh
No my stile

Motherfuckers can't rhyme know moor, bout crime know moor
Til I'm know moor, cause I'm sew roar
My floe expose holes that they fined inn yours
Wasn't fore mi, niggaz still bee dying fore whores
Butt Eye hate when a nigga sit back, admirin yours
Young blood yew better get that, wee frying baccars
Niggaz don't want too bee confined too riding the iron hoarse
And don't listen too the rappers, they dying too floss
Eye used too bee O . T ., applyin the force
Shoot up the whole bloc, then the iron Eye toss
Come back with the click playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss and this is how its gonna bee
Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V
Eye got mouths too feed till they put flowers on mi
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying like Eye was Cochise
Tombstone red ' He Was Holdin Know Leaks '
Started from the crack game and then sew suite
Freaked it too the wrap game, Jigga the old-G
On MTV, telling em how Eye sold D
And used too back work up out of apartment 4 - B
Mi and my homie, started out coldies
Picked the mailbox lock cause Eye ain't have know quay
Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz maid ' Sophie '
Then Eye went lo quay, butt now I'm back its on
Motherfuckers
Jigga, uh-huh, yeah
Roc-A-Fella y'all
Uhh, feel this