*featuring Mad Skillz, Nas
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[Tim] It don't stop
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[Nas] Can't stop
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[Tim] Say what?
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[Nas] Play your parts
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[Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop
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[Nas] Nas Esco'
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[Tim] Say what? Huh, uh-huh
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[Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop
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[Tim] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh
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[Tim] It don't stop, what?
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[Nas] Yea yea, Brave-hearts
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[Tim] Guess what y'all? Check it
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[Verse One: Nas]
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I, splash y'all dudes with gats I use
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Ice dangle off my chest cause my cash improve
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Nice knuckle game, chip-toothed, way of buck and change
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I want the dough, fuck the fame
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Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't shit to me
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About to have my own ASCAP, and that's that
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And plus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogers
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and Benihana's, y'all can eat, plenty at Nas'
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Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco' boxers
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With honies that sex so proper, best flow since Rakim
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Liver, personification of drama
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Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer
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Some will smoke embalmin fluid and vomit to it
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I'm straight chronic, yo it's atomic how I blew up
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Same ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's, Lee's
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Nothin changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles
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[Chorus: Nas]
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Please, to my niggaz
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To my bitches, to my gangsters
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To my riders, to my niggaz
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To my bitches, to my niggaz
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To my riders, to my gangsters
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To my bitches, to my niggaz
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And fly assholes, to my niggaz
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To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco'
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[Mad Skillz]
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Yo, yo, we rippin tracks, it's like beatin beats with bats
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Watchin crews change the views when the heat in they back
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If you hear a click, trust me, you wouldn't hear clack
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If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it back
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Your rhymes don't faze me, I'm above em; half y'all raps is
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born retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of em
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You should be sick of it, I posess no flaws
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That's from the man that made your Head Nod til you Lick-ed his Balls
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Verses I spit em, when it's my turn to get em, I got hot flows
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I only do shows for burn victims
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So cock this mic, and bust out your back, kill you
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And then they gonna blame me for fuckin up rap
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Who's fuckin with that? Skillz and Esco', it's on
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When you speak in my direction, watch your tone
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From Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we own
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It's locked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone
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[Chorus]
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[Timbaland]
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Yo commmmmme see
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The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys
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Ladies loooooovve me; niggaz say
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"Timbaland's really rappin, what the fuck is up B?"
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Jeallllllousy
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I kill niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin beats
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I'm a eight digit niiggy
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Maybe I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to see
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What?
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[Chorus]
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To My
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| Timbaland & Magoo |
