A Million and One Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West & Aaliyah sample]
Yeah... it's (A million)

[Hook: Kanye Wes & Aaliyah sample]
I freestyle battle n*ggas for (A million)
How many n*ggas bit the soul? 'Bout a (A million)
How many hoes did I bone? 'Bout a (A million)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, it's a (A million), uh-uh
It's a (A million) ways to die, choose one
(A million)

[Verse 1: Kanye West & Jay-Z sample]
Look, lot of people askin' 'bout the money I've made, even Just Blaze
"How are they for real?" "Is them n*ggas 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 a position you hold?"
"Can you really match The Neptunes, check by check, 
And 'H to the Izzo' is the only single that went Gold?"
"If Roc-A-Fella sh*t fold and you move back to the 'Go, 
Is it back to ghost-producin' 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 b*tch? I ain't gotta jack sh*t
You heard "Takeover" – who running this rap sh*t?
Ugh, fake tits, shut up and make hits
Can't we all just get along, spread love like Take 6?
"What, you doin' beats in L.A. for Eminem and Dr. Dre?"
Them n*ggas sold ten mill, I'm trying to get paid
We do this sh*t for entertainment
Bring guns to the arraignment
While the judge in the chamber
Let one up out the chamber – BLAOW!
[Hook: Kanye West & Aaliyah sample]
(A million)
How many years did I wait? About a (A million)
How many n*ggas tryin' to hate? About a (A million)
But when a n*gga count his cake, it's 'bout a (A million) – yeah!

[Verse 2: Kanye West & Jay-Z sample]
'04, College Dropout, I make the game different
I don't know what the hell y'all n*ggas been sniffin'
'Ye still flicking, hoes is my addiction
Five days out the week, you'll find me in the kitchen
Smashing the game, n*gga, unlike you
'Cause these beats change the game and the hooks' 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 n*ggas who played us – fee just raises
Booming, like Masta Ace is
"Stand Up" number one, and there's more to come
All I got for hoes is hard di*k and bubblegum
While y'all brick like Fred, Barney Rubble, and them
Chi-Town in this b*tch, what's f*cking with them?
Not a damn thing, n*gga – we doing our damn thing BLAOW!
[Outro: Aaliyah sample]
(A million)
Yeah!
(A million)