Medley: Intro

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

Uh-huh, I did it again niggas

Fucked up, right? I know

I know what y'all niggas asking yourself

Is he gon' 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 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

By only a single goin' gold?

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 askin' 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

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 L.A., with Filipinos and ese's

Latinos and Chevy'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 wanna know?

Blaow

Roc-A-Fella y'all, 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., applying 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 OG

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 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, uh

Uhh, feel this