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点击复制Medley: Intro / A Million And One Questions / Rhyme No More - Jay-Z
Written by：DJ Premier/JAY-Z
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
A million
I did it again niggas
F**ked up right I know
I know what y'all niggas 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 ni**a 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 motherf**kers 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
Ughh 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 Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Chevys 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 wanna know blaow
A million
A million
A million
Roc a fella y'all uhh uh
Know my style
Motherf**kers 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 niggas still be dying for whores
But I hate when a ni**a sit back admirin yours
Young blood you better get that we frying because
Niggas 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 clique 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 o g
On mtv telling em how I sold d
And used to bag work up out of apartment 4 b
Me and my homie started out co d's
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
Motherf**kers
Jigga uh huh yeah
Roc a fella y'all
Uhh feel this