Medley: IntroA Million And One QuestionsRhyme No More - Premier Radio Edit

Somebodys pulling me closer to the ground

I aint 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 aint no rapper Im a hustler

It just so happens that I know how to rap

Okay Im reloaded

I did it again niggas

F**ked up right I know

I know what yall niggas asking yourself

Is he gonna ever fall off

No

A lot of speculation
On the monies Ive made honeys Ive slayed
How is he for real Is that nigga really paid
Hustlers Ive met or dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech
Whats the position you hold can you really match
A triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single going gold
Roc A Fella ship fold and youre left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherf**kers 11 for an O

For the millionth time asking me
Questions like Wendy Williams harassing me
Then get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to breather
And in that minute you leave
While Im looking at my Rol ice spinning 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 doing in LA with Filipinos and eses

Latinos and Cheves down by Pico with Frederico

I answer all your questions but then yall got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know blow

Roc A Fella yall uh

Know my style

Motherf**kers cant rhyme no more about crime no more

Til Im no more cause Im so raw

My flow expose holes that they find in yours
Wasnt for me niggas still be dying for whores
But I hate when a nigga sit back admiring yours
Young blood you better get that we frying baccars
Niggaz dont want to be confined to riding the iron horse
And dont listen to the rappers they dying to floss
I used to be OT applying the force

Shoot up the whole block then the iron I toss
Come back with the click playing Diana Ross

Im the boss and this is how its 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 holding 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 aint have no key
Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made Sophie
Then I went low key but now Im back its on
Motherf**kers

Jigga uh huh yeah

Roc a fella yall

Uhh feel this