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 going gold?
If Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for a O
For the millionth time asking me
Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassing 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
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 Eses
Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico with Frederico
I answer all y'all 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?
98 Primo remix and ain't nothing different
I don't kow what the hell niggas been sniffing
Jigga's still dipping chrome on the whips and
Four days out the week find me in the kitchen
Still in the game nigga, hooked like glue
Papi gave me one pie, but it cook like two
I'm a crook like you
Cats around my way was buying brand new whips and shit, what could I do?
Knowing I'm supposed to style
I'm the hustler'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 looking like blue lasers, never fugazis
Act courageous, I smack 'em with the 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 them
It's the Rock-A-Fella clique, what's fucking with them?
Not a damn thang nigga, we doin our damn thing.. BLAOW!!!
Well they call me Jay-hovah cause the flow is religious
And ever since I was 16 I was 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 y'all to death, so y'all ho's know who's best, Jigga!!
The flow be Ay Bendito, for the mamis I hable español poquito
Oete I got timing like a segue, now holla back baby
Jay-Z, you motherfucking right
In the darkest nights let off my gun for light
To guide y'all 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 Hangar 6
Bang with this, wake up with one in your brain
And the cocaine flow's straight numbing your pain
This ain't your speed young man, run in your lane
So I can come through doing a hundred and change
I put one in your frame picture that, who's running the game
Let's get to that I guess we one and the same
A million and one... once again
Novacane flow, ho you ain't know
Like a baller in an Impala 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, til the next time Papa
I hit y'all with a million more
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