Somebody's pulling me close 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 reloaded      I did it again, niggaz   Fucked up, right? I know   I know what y'all niggaz are askin' yourself   Is he gonna ever fall off? No      Lotta 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 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 goin' gold?   Roc-A-Fella ship fold an' you're left out in the cold   Is it back to chargin' motherfuckers 11 for a O?      For the millionth time, askin 'me   Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassin' me   Then get upset when I catch feelings   Can I get a minute to breathe? An' in that minute you leave   While I'm lookin' at my Rol' ice, spinnin' on my sleeve      Uh, nice watch, do you really have a spot?   Like you said in 'Friend or Foe' an' if so, what block?   What you doin' in L.A.'with Phillipinos 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?      A million, a million, a million      Roc-A-Fella y'all, 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, niggaz still be dyin' for whores      But I hate when a nigga sit back, admirin' yours   Young blood, you better get that, we fryin' baccars   Niggaz don't want to be confined to ridin' the iron horse   An' don't listen to the rappers, yo, they dyin' 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 click playin' Diana Ross   I'm the boss an' this is how it's gon' be      Burnt the turn pipe, wild miles on the V   I got mouths to feed, 'til they put flowers on me   An' kiss my cold cheek, chicks cryin' like I was Chochise   Tombstone read 'He was holdin' no leaks'      Started from the crack game an' then so sweet   Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga, the old G   On MTV, tellin' 'em how I sold D   An' used to back work up, out of apartment 4B      Me an' 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, motherfuckers      Jigga, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, feel this