Medley: Intro / A Million And One Questions / Rhyme No More (Premier Radio Edit)
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

I did it again ******

****** up right I know

I know what y'all ****** 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 ***** 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 going gold
Roc A Fella ship fold and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging ************* 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 I'm 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 ese's

Latinos and Cheve's 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 want to know blow

Roc A Fella y'all uh

Know my style

************* can't rhyme no more about 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 ****** still be dying for whores
But I hate when a ***** sit back admiring yours
Young blood you better get that we frying baccars
****** 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 OT applying the force

Shoot up the whole block then the iron I toss
Come back with the click 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 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 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
*************

Jigga uh huh yeah

Roc a fella y'all

Uhh feel this