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Jay-Z - Intro/a million and one questions/rhyme no more lyrics

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Intro/a million and one questions/rhyme no more by Jay-Z

I mean like
I gotta be like the pioneer to this sh*t you know
I was popping that Cristal
when all y'all niggaz thought it was beer and sh*t you know
Wearing that platinum sh*t
when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and sh*t
I got to be the pioneer of this sh*t
Bottom line
I'm going to show you how to do it
Check it
Verse One:
I spit that other sh*t
That's the nice motherf**ker sh*t
Fed time follow me around, deed cover sh*t nigga
You beer money, I'm all year money
I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money
I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money
Knocked up, marked up, f**ked up in the game money
I got bail money, XXL money
You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money
I spit the hottest sh*t, you need it I got it sh*t
That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It sh*t
I got blood money, straight up thug money
That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money
You got show dough, little to no dough
Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough
I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough
You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo
Chorus: (4x)
Imaginary Players
Verse Two:
And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats
All in they dumb rap, talking about how they fun stacks
When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that
Bad playboy, where the f**k is the hummer at?
Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that?
Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the f**k you done to that?
Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all funny to me
Selling records, being you but still you want to be me
I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me
And still you running around thinking you got something on me
But I done did it
And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it
That's cool, I was the first one with it
Original, jiggas the future flow digital
Still busting a gat when she gets critical
Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused
I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose
Verse Three:
Groupies I leave them all f**ked
Niggas - all struck
Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks
Last year, when niggas thought it was all up
But this year I've done it again, jigga!
What the f**k
Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining
Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds
Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet
I'll still throw tree in your body, flea in the party
Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me
Bad b**ches, idolicy, I boss them though with me
I flow like the 5 series, inverious earious
And blow holes in your weak niggas theories
It's funny how one verse can f**k up the game
You bought a 4.0 you better get your change
Ain't no platinum in those cardiarres, switch your frame
Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane

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