Текст песни Jay-Z - Intro/A Million And One Questions/Rhyme
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[somebody whispering]Somebody`s pulling me closer to the groundI ain`t panicked, I been here beforeSeems like only yesterday when I got up on that stageIn front of that crowdAnd showed them who was who, and what was whatMan look at these suckersI ain`t no rapper, I`m a hustlerIt just so happens that I know how to rapOkay, I`m reloaded!(music drops in)[Jay-Z]I did it again niggazFucked up, right? I knowI know what y`all niggaz asking yourselfIs he gonna ever fall off?No......a lot of speculationon the monies I`ve made, honeys I`ve slayedHow is he for real? Is that nigga really paid?Hustlers I`ve met or, dealt with directIs it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech?What`s the position you hold? Can you really matcha triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold?Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you`re left out in the coldIs it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an OFor the millionth time askin meQuestions like Wendy Williams, harrassin methen get upset when I catch feelingsCan I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you leaveWhile I`m looking at my Rol` ice spinnin on my sleeveUh, 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`sLatinos and Cheve`s, down by Pico withh FredericoI answer all your questions but then y`all got to goNow the question I ask you is how bad you want to know? BLAOW!Roc-A-Fella y`all, uhh, uhKnow my styleMotherfuckers can`t rhyme no more, bout crime no moreTil I`m no more, cause I`m so rawMy flow expose holes that they find in yoursWasn`t for me, niggaz still be dying for whoresBut I hate when a nigga sit back, admirin yoursYoung blood you better get that, we frying baccarsNiggaz don`t want to be confined to riding the iron horseAnd don`t listen to the rappers, they dying to flossI used to be O.T., applyin the forceShoot up the whole block, then the iron I tossCome back with the click playing Diana RossI`m the boss and this is how it`s gonna beBurnt the turnpike, wild miles on the VI got mouths to feed till they put flowers on meAnd kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was CochiseTombstone read `He Was Holdin No Leaks`Started from the crack game and then so sweetFreaked it to the rap game, Jigga the old-GOn MTV, telling em how I sold DAnd used to back work up out of apartment 4-BMe and my homie, started out coldiesPicked the mailbox lock cause I ain`t have no keyHad the cable with the anchor when Jaz made `Sophie`Then I went low key, but now I`m back it`s onMotherfuckersJigga, uh-huh, yeahRoc-A-Fella y`allUhh, feel this