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Les paroles de Intro / A Million And One Questions / Rhyme No More
| | | Artiste: | JAY-Z |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Titre: | Intro / A Million And One Questions / Rhyme No More | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 61 fois | | | | Paroles: | [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 suckers
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 niggaz
Fucked up, right?
I know
I know what y'all niggaz 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 nigga 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 motherfuckers 11 for an O
For
the millionth time askin me
Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassin 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
Motherfuckers 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, niggaz still be dying for whores
But I hate when a nigga sit back,
admirin yours
Young blood you better get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz 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
Motherfuckers
Jigga, uh-huh, yeah
Roc-A-Fella y'all
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