Questions
T.O.N.E-z Lyrics

Somebody's pulling me closer to the ground
I feel the weight of the world dragging me down

I ain't panicked, I been here before
I'm experienced and confident in handling challenging situations

Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage
It feels like just yesterday when I had a breakthrough in my career

In front of that crowd
In the presence of all those people

And showed them who was who, and what was what
I proved my true skills and abilities to everyone

Man look at these suckers
Look at these foolish and inferior individuals

I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
I am not just a rapper, but a hardworking and determined individual

It just so happens that I know how to rap
Coincidentally, I possess rap skills

Okay, I'm reloaded
I am ready for the next challenge or opportunity

Uh-huh, I did it again niggas
Yes, I have achieved success once more, my fellow individuals

Fucked up, right? I know
Made a mistake, didn't I? Yes, I acknowledge it

I know what y'all niggas asking yourself
I am aware of the questions in your minds

Is he gon' ever fall off?
Will I ever lose my success or influence?

No
No, it will not happen

A lot of speculation
There is a great deal of conjecture and rumors

On the monies I've made, honeys I've slayed
People speculate about the amount of money I've earned and the women I've been involved with

How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid?
Is it true that I am genuinely successful and wealthy?

Hustlers I've met or, dealt with direct
Individuals involved in illegal activities that I've encountered or interacted with directly

Is it true he stayed in beef and slept with a TEC?
Did I engage in conflicts and carry a gun while I slept?

What's the position you hold?
What is the status or role I currently possess?

Can you really match a triple platinum artist buck by buck
Can I compete financially with an artist who has sold over three million copies of their album?

By only a single goin' gold?
With only one album that achieved gold certification?

Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
The Roc-A-Fella Records label should dissolve, and I would be left in a vulnerable position

Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O?
Will I resort to selling drugs at an inflated price of $11 for an ounce?

For the millionth time askin' me
Repeatedly questioning me

Questions like Wendy Williams, harassing me
Inquisitive questions just like the bothersome style of Wendy Williams

Then get upset when I catch feelings
And then become angry when I become emotional

Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you leave
Can I have a brief moment of respite? But during that moment, you move on

While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinning on my sleeve
As I observe the diamond-encrusted Rolex watch twirling on my arm

Uh, nice watch, do you really have a spot?
Nice watch you have, do you genuinely have a place of significance?

Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block?
Similar to what you claimed in the song 'Friend or Foe,' if it's true, which neighborhood?

What you doing in L.A., with Filipinos and ese's
What are you doing in Los Angeles, mingling with Filipinos and Hispanics?

Latinos and Chevy's, down by Pico with Frederico
Latinos and their Chevrolet cars, in the vicinity of Pico Boulevard with a person named Frederico

I answer all your questions but then y'all got to go
I provide responses to all your inquiries, but then you have to depart

Now the question I ask you is how bad you wanna know?
Now the question I pose to you is how desperate are you to find out?

Blaow
Sound effect indicating a sudden, forceful impact

Roc-A-Fella y'all, uh
Roc-A-Fella Records, everyone, uh

Know my style
Familiarize yourself with my distinctive approach or manner

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more
Individuals can no longer rap about criminal activities like they used to

'Til I'm no more, 'cause I'm so raw
Until I am no longer around, because my style is unfiltered and authentic

My flow expose holes that they find in yours
My rap technique reveals flaws or weaknesses in their own skills

Wasn't for me, niggas still be dying for whores
If it weren't for my influence, individuals would still be losing their lives over promiscuous women

But I hate when a nigga sit back, admiring yours
However, it frustrates me when individuals simply admire and envy the success of others

Young blood you better get that, we frying because
Young individual, you must understand that we are in a dangerous situation

Niggas don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse
People don't want to be limited to riding the subway

And don't listen to the rappers yo, they dying to floss
And don't pay attention to other rappers, as they are desperately flaunting their wealth

I used to be O.T., applying the force
I used to be involved in the drug trade, asserting my power and influence

Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I toss
Firing shots indiscriminately throughout the entire neighborhood, then discarding the gun

Come back with the clique playing Diana Ross
Return with my crew, while playing the music of Diana Ross

I'm the boss and this is how it's gon' be
I am the leader, and this is the way things will unfold

Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V
Traveling at high speeds on the highway, covering a significant distance

I got mouths to feed 'til they put flowers on me
I have dependents to support until the day of my funeral

And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise
And kiss my lifeless cheek, women weeping as if I were the legendary warrior Cochise

Tombstone read 'He was holdin' no leaks'
My tombstone would show the inscription 'He kept no secrets'

Started from the crack game and then so sweet
I began my journey in the drug trade and then transitioned into a more favorable situation

Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the OG
Transformed my life into the rap industry, establishing myself as a respected veteran (Original Gangsta)

On MTV, telling em how I sold D
Appearing on MTV, informing the audience about my drug dealing past

And used to back work up out of apartment 4-B
And used to store and distribute drugs from an apartment numbered 4B

Me and my homie, started out co-d's
My friend and I began as equal partners in drug dealing

Picked the mailbox lock 'cause I ain't have no key
Forced open the mailbox lock because I didn't possess a key

Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'
Had the cable television connection with the antenna attachment when Jaz-O released 'The Originators'

Then I went low key, but now I'm back it's on
Then I maintained a low profile, but now I'm back and ready for action

Motherfuckers
Disrespectful term used to refer to certain individuals

Jigga, uh-huh, yeah
Jigga (Jay-Z), expressing agreement or confirmation

Roc-A-Fella y'all, uh
Roc-A-Fella Records, everyone, uh

Uhh, feel this
Experience or comprehend this deeply