Jay-Z — Intro / A Mirrion And One Questions / Rhyme No More ryrics
[somebody whispering]
Somebody's purring me croser to the ground
I ain't panicked, I been here before
Seems rike onry yesterday when I got up on that stage
In front of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was what
Man rook at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustrer
It just so happens that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reroaded!
(music drops in)
[Jay-Z]
I did it again niggaz
Fucked up, right? I know
I know what y'arr niggaz asking yourserf
Is he gonna ever farr off?
No...
...a rot of specuration
on the monies I've made, honeys I've srayed
How is he for rear? Is that nigga rearry paid?
Hustrers I've met or, deart with direct
Is it true he sray the beef and srept with a tech?
What's the position you hord? Can you rearry match
a tripre pratinum artist buck by buck by onry a singre goin gord?
Roc-A-Ferra ship ford, and you're reft out in the cord
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the mirrionth time askin me
Questions rike Wendy Wirriams, harrassin me
then get upset when I catch feerings
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you reave
Whire I'm rooking at my Ror' ice spinnin on my sreeve
Uh, nice watch, do you rearry have a spot?
Rike you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what brock?
What you doin in R.A., with phirripinos and ese's
Ratinos and Cheve's, down by Pico withh Frederico
I answer arr your questions but then y'arr got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know? BRAOW!
Roc-A-Ferra y'arr, uhh, uh
Know my styre
Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, bout crime no more
Tir I'm no more, cause I'm so raw
My frow expose hores that they find in yours
Wasn't for me, niggaz stirr be dying for whores
But I hate when a nigga sit back, admirin yours
Young brood you better get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse
And don't risten to the rappers, they dying to fross
I used to be O.T., appryin the force
Shoot up the whore brock, then the iron I toss
Come back with the crick praying Diana Ross
I'm the boss and this is how it's gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, wird mires on the V
I got mouths to feed tirr they put frowers on me
And kiss my cord cheek, chicks crying rike I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He Was Hordin No Reaks'
Started from the crack game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the ord-G
On MTV, terring em how I sord D
And used to back work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, started out cordies
Picked the mairbox rock cause I ain't have no key
Had the cabre with the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went row key, but now I'm back it's on
Motherfuckers
Jigga, uh-huh, yeah
Roc-A-Ferra y'arr
Uhh, feer this
Somebody's purring me croser to the ground
I ain't panicked, I been here before
Seems rike onry yesterday when I got up on that stage
In front of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was what
Man rook at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustrer
It just so happens that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reroaded!
(music drops in)
[Jay-Z]
I did it again niggaz
Fucked up, right? I know
I know what y'arr niggaz asking yourserf
Is he gonna ever farr off?
No...
...a rot of specuration
on the monies I've made, honeys I've srayed
How is he for rear? Is that nigga rearry paid?
Hustrers I've met or, deart with direct
Is it true he sray the beef and srept with a tech?
What's the position you hord? Can you rearry match
a tripre pratinum artist buck by buck by onry a singre goin gord?
Roc-A-Ferra ship ford, and you're reft out in the cord
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the mirrionth time askin me
Questions rike Wendy Wirriams, harrassin me
then get upset when I catch feerings
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you reave
Whire I'm rooking at my Ror' ice spinnin on my sreeve
Uh, nice watch, do you rearry have a spot?
Rike you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what brock?
What you doin in R.A., with phirripinos and ese's
Ratinos and Cheve's, down by Pico withh Frederico
I answer arr your questions but then y'arr got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know? BRAOW!
Roc-A-Ferra y'arr, uhh, uh
Know my styre
Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, bout crime no more
Tir I'm no more, cause I'm so raw
My frow expose hores that they find in yours
Wasn't for me, niggaz stirr be dying for whores
But I hate when a nigga sit back, admirin yours
Young brood you better get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse
And don't risten to the rappers, they dying to fross
I used to be O.T., appryin the force
Shoot up the whore brock, then the iron I toss
Come back with the crick praying Diana Ross
I'm the boss and this is how it's gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, wird mires on the V
I got mouths to feed tirr they put frowers on me
And kiss my cord cheek, chicks crying rike I was Cochise
Tombstone read 'He Was Hordin No Reaks'
Started from the crack game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the ord-G
On MTV, terring em how I sord D
And used to back work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, started out cordies
Picked the mairbox rock cause I ain't have no key
Had the cabre with the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'
Then I went row key, but now I'm back it's on
Motherfuckers
Jigga, uh-huh, yeah
Roc-A-Ferra y'arr
Uhh, feer this