Lyrics Medley: Intro - Jay-Z
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!
A
million
(uh-huh,
I've
did
it
again
niggas)
A
million
(fucked
up,
right?)
A
million
(ha,
I
know)
A
million
(I
know
what
y'all
niggas
asking
yourself)
A
million
(is
he
gon'
ever
fall
off?)
A
million
(no)
A
million
A
lot
of
speculation
On
the
monies
I've
made,
honies
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
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
But
only
a
single
goin'
gold?
If
Roc-A-Fella
should
fold,
and
you're
left
out
in
the
cold
Is
it
back
to
charging
motherfuckers
11
for
an
O?
For
the
millionth
time,
asking
me
questions
Like
Wendy
Williams,
harassing
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
Ugh,
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
Chevys,
down
by
Pico
with
Frederico
I'll
answer
all
your
questions
but
then
y'all
got
to
go
Now
the
question
I
ask
you
is,
"How
bad
you
wanna
know?"
Blaow!
A
million
A
million
A
million
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,
niggas
still
be
dying
for
whores
But
I
hate
when
a
nigga
sit
back,
admiring
yours
Young
blood,
you
better
get
that,
we
frying
because
Niggas
don't
want
to
be
confined
to
riding
the
iron
horse
And
don't
listen
to
the
rappers
yo,
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
clique
playing
Diana
Ross
I'm
the
boss
and
this
is
how
it's
gon'
be
Burnt
the
turnpike,
wild
miles
on
the
V
I
got
mouths
to
feed
'til
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
O.G
On
MTV,
telling
'em
how
I
sold
D
And
used
to
bag
work
up
out
of
apartment
4-B
Me
and
my
homie,
started
out
co-d's
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,
uuuh
Uhh,
feel
this
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