[somebody whispering]. 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!. (music drops in). [Jay-Z]. I did it again niggaz. Fucked up right? I know. I know what y'all niggaz 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 nigga 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 goin gold?. Roc-A-Fella ship 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 harrassin 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 spinnin 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 doin in L.A. with phillipinos and ese's. Latinos and Cheve's down by Pico withh 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? BLAOW!. Roc-A-Fella y'all uhh 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 niggaz still be dying for whores. But I hate when a nigga sit back admirin 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 O.T. applyin 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 Holdin 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. Motherfuckers. Jigga uh-huh yeah. Roc-A-Fella y'all.