Intro: A Million and One Questions / Rhyme No More

Somebody's pullin' it close to the ground

I ain't panic, I've 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

Just so happens, I know how to rap

Okay, I reloaded

Uh-huh

(A million)

I did it again

(A million)

It's tough, right?

(A million)

I know

(A million)

I know what y'all **** asking yourselves

(A million)

Is he gon' ever fall off?

(A million)

No

(A million)

Lotta speculation on the moneys I've made, honeys I've slayed

How is he for real, is that **** really payed?

Hustlers I've met or dealt with direct

Is he true he stayed a beef and slept with a TEC?

What's the position you hold?

Can you really match a triple platinum artist buck by buck

With only a single going gold?

Roc-A-Fella **** full and you left out in the cold

Is it bad to charge you mother**** eleven for a O?

For the millionth time, asking me questions like Wendy Williams

Harassing me, they get upset when I catch feelings

Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute, you leave

While I'm lookin' at my role, ice spinnin' on my sleeve

Ugh, nice watch, do you really have a spot

Like you in Friend and Foe and if so, what block?

What you doin' in LA with Filipinos and eses

Latinos and Chevy's down by Pico with Frederico

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

Now the question I ask you is, how bad you wanna know?

Blah

(A million)

(A million)

(A million)

Roc-A-Fella, y'all, uh

Know my style

Mother**** can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more

Time no more, 'cause I'm so raw

My flow expose holes that they find in yours

Wasn't for me, **** still be dyin' for whores

But I hate when **** sit back, admirin' yours

Young blood, you better get that, we fry up a course

Don't want to be confined to ridin' the iron horse

And don't listen to the rappers, yo, they dyin' to floss

I used to be OT, applyin' the force

Chewed up the whole block, then the iron I tossed

Come back with the clique playing Diana Ross

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

Burnt the turnpike, wide mouths on the V

I got mouths to feed till put flowers on me

And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise

Tombstone read, he was holding no leaks

Started from the crack game and then so sweet

Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the OG

On MTV, tellin' 'em how I sold D

And used to bag work up out of apartment 4B

Me and my homie, started out co-Ds

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

Had the cable with the anchor when Jazz made Sophie

Then I went low key, but now I'm back, it's on, mother****

Jigga, uh-huh, yeah

Roc-A-Fella, y'all, uh

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