Intro A Million And One Questions Rhyme No Mo

[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