Jay-z - Intro/a Million And One Questions/rhyme No More lyrics

[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 s**ers 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 n***az f**ed up, right? i know I know what y'all n***az 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 n***a 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 motherf**ers 11 for an o For the millionth time askin me Questions like wendy williams, harra**in 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 Motherf**ers can't rhyme no more, bout 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, n***az still be dying for who*es But i hate when a n***a sit back, admirin yours Young blood you better get that, we frying baccars n***az 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 o.t., applyin 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 holdin 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 Motherf**ers Jigga, uh-huh, yeah Roc-a-fella y'all Uhh, feel this