A Million and One Freestyle
Yeah it's (a million)
I freestyle battle niggas for (a million)
How many niggas bit the soul? 'Bout
(a million)
How many hoes did I bone? 'Bout (a million)
Uh uh, uh uh, it's (a million) , uh uh
There's (a million) ways to die, choose one
(A million)
Look, lot of people askin' 'bout
The money I made, me and Just Blaze
How are they for real
Is them niggas really paid?
Rappers I met or dealt with direct
Is it true he won't send a beat
Tape until he get a check?
What's the position you hold?
Can you really match the Neptunes
Check by check if "H to the Izzo" is the
Only single that went gold?
If Roc-a-Fella shit fold and you
Move back to the 'Go
Is it back to ghost producer for
D dot on the low?
For the millionth time askin' me
Questions like Toni Braxton, harassing me
Like, "You don't care about
My son's feelings?" can I get a minute
You wack bitch? I ain't gotta jack shit
You heard "Takeover"
Who running this rap shit?
Ugh, fake tit's, shut up and make hit's
Can't we all just get along
Spread love like Take 6?
What, you doin' beats in LA
For Eminem and Dr dre?
Them niggas sold ten mill
I'm trying to get paid
We do this shit for entertainment
Bring guns to the arraignment
While the judge in the chamber
Let one up out the chamber, BLAOW!
How many years did I wait? About (a million)
How many niggas tryin' to hate? About
(a million)
But when a nigga count his cake, it's 'bout
(a million) yeah
'04, College Dropout
I make the game different
I don't know what the hell
Y'all niggas been sniffin'
'Ye still flicking, hoes is my addiction
Five days out the week
You'll find me in the kitchen
Smashing the game, nigga, unlike you
'Cause these beats change the game
And the hook's right too
I'm a crook like you
Cats back in the Chi was
Buying tracks for dirt cheap
Man, what could I do?
Knowing I'm supposed to style
I'm the fly-boy poster child
'Bout to be on Oprah now
It's ironic and whatnot how I put
No ice in the Bulgari watch
Just to make it hot
Now you see me on stages
My hit résumés is two pages
For them niggas who played us
Feet just raises, booming like Masta Ace's
"Stand Up", number one
And there's more to come
All I got for hoes is hard dick and bubblegum
While y'all brick like Fred
Barney Rubble and them
Chi Town in this bitch
What's fucking with them?
Not a damn thing, nigga, we
Doing our damn thing, bLAOW!
(A million) yeah
(A million)