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Lyric A Million and 1 Questions (Extended)


[Jay-Z:]
I did it again niggaz
Fucked up, right? ha, I know
I know what y all niggaz asking yourself
He gonna ever fall off?
No...

...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
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 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!

uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, How we do? What?
uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, How we do?

98 Primo remix and ain t nothing different
I don t kow what the hell niggas been snifin
Jiggas still dippin Chrome on the whips and
4 days out the week find me in the kitchen
Still in the game nigga, hooked like glue
Popie gave me one pie, but it cook like two
I m a crook like you,
Cats around my way was buyin brand new whips and shit, what could I do?
Know when I m supposed to style,
I m the huster 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 lookin like Blue Lasers, Never fool gazers
Act couragous, I smack em wit da two aces
Mack double one, nigga I m troublesome
All I got for chicks hard dick and bubble gum
Flip bricks like Fred, Barney Rubble and thum
It s the Rock-A-Fella click, What s Fucked up wit thum?
Not a damn thang nigga, we doin our damn thing.. BLAOW!!!
uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, How we do? Come on....

[Radio Announcer:]
Sounds so beautiful, Don t you agree ladies and gentlemen??
[Music Changes]

[Jay-Z:]
HA! Well they call me Jay-hovah cause the flow is religious
Ever since I was 16 I been 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 all to death, So ya ll ho s know whos best, Jigga!!
The flow be ipendito, for the mama s I hable espanol nikito
O-et-te I got timing like a subway, now holla back ba-by
Uh-huh-huh Jay-Z, you motha fuckin right
in the darkest nights let off my gun for light
To guide ya ll 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 Hanger 6
Bang wit this, Wake up wit one in your brain
and the cocaine flows straight, numbin your pain
This ain t your speed young man, run in your lane
So I can come through doin a hundred and change
I put one in your frame picture that, Who s runnin the game
Let s get to that I guess we one in the same, A Million and One
Once Again
Novacane flow, ho you ain t know
Like a balla in an Impalla 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, Till the next time Poppa
I hit ya ll with a million more