DJ Premier - A Million and One Questions (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Verse 1] A lot of speculation On the monies I've made, honeys I've slayed How is he for real? Is that n***a really paid? Hustlers I've met or dealt with direct Is it true he stayed in beef and slept with a Tec? What's the position you hold? Can you really match A triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single going gold? If Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold Is it back to charging motherf**ers 11 for a O For the millionth time asking me Questions like Wendy Williams, hara**ing 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 spinning on my sleeve Uggh, 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 Eses Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico with Frederico I answer all y'all questions but then y'all got to go Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know? BLAOW! [Hook] Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, How we do? [Verse 2] 98 Primo remix and ain't nothing different I don't kow what the hell n***as been sniffing Jigga's still dipping chrome on the whips and Four days out the week find me in the kitchen Still in the game n***a, hooked like glue Papi gave me one pie, but it cook like two I'm a crook like you Cats around my way was buying brand new whips and sh**, what could I do? Knowing I'm supposed to style I'm the hustler's poster child, Rock lizards and crock-a-dile Live ironic and what-not Put all that ice on the face of a watch just to make it hot Now you see me on them stages Rocks in the air looking like blue lasers, never fugazis Act courageous, I smack 'em with the two aces Mack double one, n***a I'm troublesome All I got for chicks hard dick and bubble gum Flip bricks like Fred, Barney Rubble and them It's the Rock-A-Fella clique, what's f**ing with them? Not a damn thang n***a, we doin our damn thing.. BLAOW!!! [Hook] [Verse 3] Well they call me Jay-Hova cause the flow is religious And ever since I was 16 I was holding digits I'm seeing this industry clearer As if I had coke in the trunk and cops in the rear mirror I slow flows y'all to d**h, so y'all ho's know who's best, Jigga!! The flow be Ay Bendito, for the mamis I hable español poquito Oete I got timing like a segue, now holla back baby Jay-Z, you motherf**ing right In the darkest nights let off my gun for light To guide y'all through, show you how it's done I'm the question and the answer like Iverson Jets be private ones, no gate to lift So when I take flight it's from Hangar 6 Bang with this, wake up with one in your brain And the c**aine flow's straight numbing your pain This ain't your speed young man, run in your lane So I can come through doing a hundred and change I put one in your frame picture that, who's running the game Let's get to that I guess we one and the same A million and one... once again Novacane flow, ho you ain't know Like a baller in an Impala Jigga remain low Then I pop up and tear your block up and kick off like soccer In a Range Rove, twist ho's like ankles, til the next time, n***a I hit y'all with a million more