Pete Rock - Questions lyrics

[Royal Flush] Ay yo Flush you been around for a real long time Lemme ask you a question, do you still write rhymes? n***a I write commandments, pen hit the paper the fans flip I talk sh** reason why New York won't quit Everytime that I spit you know I'm throwin' some hot sh** The West Coast had it locked so you called on a locksmith Then Worldwide came out so Queens could pop sh** And I really did sell coke so I talk about mad bricks I got a lil' paper so you know I push mad whips When Iced Out came out taught y'all how to ice sh** Now the world runnin' around talkin' about Flush is the nicest Ook some time off had a lot of work I had to get it off Label me the street boss a lotta rappers fell off I watched laugh & listen, waitin' for my time to get it My lifestyle was bitten take it write a move with it Until y'all haters & y'all corny critics Cause what I put in this rap game a lotta rappers wouldn't of lived it ....Dig it? Alright back up back up [Reporter] Ahh yes, ahh Flush [Royal Flush] What? [Reporter] Is it true you had a divorce with your wife? [Royal Flush] Heh you f** right I got rid of that b**h, anything else? [Reporter] Yes yes, uh what do you feel about the rap game? [Royal Flush] Huh!?....alright anybody wanna ask me anymore questions? How about you? [Royal Flush] Yeah I felt that Flush, Worldwide, Iced Down was hot But lemme ask you a question do you hustle on the block? Say what motherf**er? I'm the reason why the cops don't talk & wanna bust motherf**er The only n***a in Queens with dust motherf**er And I really live this sh** do I don't trust motherf**ers Let me talk to you s**ers, you fake a** hustlers Your bricks are 17 so your boss's my customer You little a** n***a with the Mighty Midget figures While y'all was playin' Nintendo I was f**in' up the dishes Had a bad b**h bu*t a** baggin' work in the kitchen The dope called it Candy Girl cause it felt like New Edition And I still feel like Bate when the feds is out fishin And without this rap sh** my kids got towards intuition And I'm never gonna snitch, I'd rather escape from prison You talk sh** we hit 'em, you got shines we stick 'em You got dough we get 'em, you f** hoes we sit 'em You still be outta town with them bricks & the rental