JAY-Z — A Million and One Questions Remix

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Uh-huh, I've did it again niggas Fucked up, right? Ha, I know I know what y'all niggas asking yourself Is he gon' ever fall off? No... [Verse 1] A lot of 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 in beef and slept with a TEC? What's the position you hold? Can you really match a triple platinum artist buck by buck But only your 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 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 Ugh! 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 Filipinos and Eses Latinos in Chevys, 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 wanna know?" BLAOW! [Hook] (A million) Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh (A million) How we do, what? (A million) Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh (A million) How we do? Ugh! [Verse 2] '98, Preemo remix, and ain't nothing different I don't know what the hell, niggas been sniffing Jigga 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? Knowin I'm supposed to style I'm the hustler's poster child, rock lizards and cro-codile 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 fugaz-es Act courageous, I smack 'em with the two aces MAC 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 Roc-A-Fella clique, what's fucking with them? Not a damn thang nigga, we doing our damn thing BLAOW!!! [Hook] (A million) Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh (A million) How we do, come on (A million) Sounds so beautiful, don't you agree, ladies and gentlemen? [Verse 3] Ha! Well they call me Jay-Hova '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 hoes know who's best—Jigga! The flow be Ay, Bendito For the mamis I hable español, poquito Oh Este, I got timing like a segue Now holla back, baby! Uh-huh-huh, 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 mayne, 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 hoes like ankles 'Til the next time, nigga I hit y'all with a million more