Kanye West - A Million and One Freestyle lyrics

Yeah It's (a million) [Hook] I freestyle battle n***as for (a million) How many n***as 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) [Verse One] Lot of people askin' 'bout the money I made, me and Just Blaze How are they for real, is them n***as 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? Could you really match the Neptunes, check By check if "H to the Izzo" is the only single that went gold? If Roc-a-fella sh** 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, hara**ing me Like you don't care about my son's feelings? Can I get a minute you wack b**h? I ain't gotta jack sh** You heard "Takeover", who running this rap sh**? 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 LA for Eminem and Dr. Dre? Them n***as sold ten mill I'm trying to get paid We do this sh** for entertainment Bring guns to the arraignment While the judge in the chamber Let one up out the chamber BLAOW! [Hook] How many years did I wait, about (a million) How many n***as tryin' hate, about (a million) But when a n***a count his cake, it's bout (a million) [Verse Two] '04, College Dropout, I make the game different I don't know what the hell y'all n***as 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***a, 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 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 on the Bulgari watch Just to make it hot Now you see me on stages My hit resumes is two pages For them n***as who played us Feet just raises Booming like Master Aces "Stand Up", number one, and there's more to come All I got for hoes is hard dick and bubble gum While y'all brick like Fred, Barney Rubble and them Chi-town in this b**h, what's f**ing with them? Not a damn thing, n***a, we doing our damn thing BLAOW! (A million)