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Medley: Intro (Album Version|Explicit) - Jay-Z
Written by：Shawn Carter/Chris Martin
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
I did it again niggas
F**ked up right I know
I know what y'all niggas 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 ni**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 going gold
Roc A Fella ship fold and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherf**kers 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 breather
And in that minute you leave
While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinning 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 doing in LA with Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Cheve's down by Pico with 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 blow
Roc A Fella y'all uh
Know my style
Motherf**kers can't rhyme no more about 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 ni**a sit back admiring 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 OT applying 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 holding 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**kers
Jigga uh huh yeah
Roc a fella y'all
Uhh feel this
