*featuring Frank Lee White
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[Timbaland]
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Yau [echo 2x Yau]
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They still won't give me my props
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Now I'm pissed off
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Y'all will see the other side of me
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Come on
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Like this
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I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be
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If a nigga didn't make his entry
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Niggaz would be making them same ol' beats
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Waiting on my arrivlary
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Y'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate me
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Instead of always comparin' me
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If I hear one more remark about me
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I guess I gotta ride on my enemies
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Oho oho oho oho
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Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
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Oho oho oho oho
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Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
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Oho oho oho oho
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Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
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Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga
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What the fuck would the music be, if it wasn't for Timothy
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When the game is feverish, then I create the remedies
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And crumble leads until I'm buzz and I'm laxed
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And them hoes show me love in every club that I'm at
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For every hood got' get back, what another nigga envy
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But I swear I ain't no killer, but y'all niggaz 'bout to tempt me
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To the point there the barrels empty until you gon' recent me
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When Morpheus missing the desert of the real he meant me
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Like a monster I am simply, do the records into three
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Let my music not really be confused with anybody
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'cause there's something like Mister Mohammed Ali in his prime
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then I float like a butterfly and sting with the rhyme
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and the mic happens ring with the nine
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if it's drama let these niggaz tryin' to bring to my mind
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I seem to remind that Thomas Crown is spoke
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and if you don't love it you can shove a dick down your throat
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I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be
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If a nigga didn't make his entry
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Niggaz would be making them same ol' beats
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Waiting on my arrivlary
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Y'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate me
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Instead of always comparin' me
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If I hear one more remark about me
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I guess I gotta ride on my enemies
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Oho oho oho oho
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Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
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Oho oho oho oho
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Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
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Oho oho oho oho
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Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
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Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga
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Look at my eyes nigga, wakin' up early in the morning to the sun rise nigga
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Momma yelling rise nigga get up out that bed snoarin'
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if you want it go get it fuck havin' to beg for it
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Even if you gotta break your neck I'm a releg for it
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I said listen to behind a hot roller bread for it
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Contemplating know how to work my math and bred story
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I don't work my fingers to the bone until they bled storin'
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So you can say that I'm a giant a preacher of habit
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walking over these watches squaking the reach in the head with
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niggaz watching me go free not just a week in my marriage
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with the game in the cabbage with my name and my status
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but I remain as the baddest motherfucker 's established
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and I 'm still at it grounding that Hennessey straight popping that still mad at
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Down at my enemies' face and you're like a kill habit
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In front of my enemies' face I shit like a steal rabbit
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To show I'm his real static and hold me ideal at it
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With my poker face until I at least make a mil at it
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At least make a meal love it I'm hungry and still clutch it
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All for that mil ticket outta that steal lovin'
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[Frank Lee White]
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Well I was riding 95 to Virginia the other day
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And I thought to myself ain't this where Timbaland used to stay
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I heard he moved to New York City but he work in Miami
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Only time he back round here is when he visit his granny
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Now ain't it funny how the money make a man change
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But shit Timmy I don't think he changed a damn things
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'xcept the rap game and bust the track game
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shit he be gobbeling the grammies like he pac-man
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can you get with that man let's gone take it back to the roots
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before them backpacking rappers with them hoodies and boots
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before Sam Goddie and MTV
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before these killers and these hundred dollar billars feeling making MC
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before the white rap explosion before the corrosion
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when we was just getting started and them doo's wouldn't open
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it was people like Timmy who was kickin' them in
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shit whatcha
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Don't Make Me Take It There
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| Timbaland & Magoo |
