To My

Timbaland

It don't stop 
Can't stop 
Say what? 
Play your parts 
Uh huh  it don't stop 
Nas Esco' 
Say what? Huh  uh huh 
Uh huh  it don't stop 
Uh  uh huh  uh  uh  uh 
It don't stop  what? 
Yea yea  Brave hearts 
Guess what y'all? Check it 

I  splash y'all dudes with gats I use 
Ice dangle off my chest cause my cash improve 
Nice knuckle game, chip-toothed, way of buck and change 
I want the dough, fuck the fame 
Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't shit to me 
About to have my own ASCAP, and that's that 
And plus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogers 
And Benihana's, y'all can eat, plenty at Nas' 
Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco' boxers 
With honies that sex so proper, best flow since Rakim 
Liver, personification of drama 
Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer 
Some will smoke embalmin fluid and vomit to it 
I'm straight chronic, yo it's atomic how I blew up 
Same ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's, Lee's 
Nothin changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles 

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Please, to my niggas 
To my bitches, to my gangsters 
To my riders, to my niggas 
To my bitches, to my niggas 
To my riders, to my gangsters 
To my bitches, to my niggas 
And fly assholes, to my niggas 
To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco' 

Yo, yo, we rippin' tracks, it's like beatin' beats with bats 
Watchin' crews change the views when the heat in they back 
If you hear a click, trust me, you wouldn't hear clack 
If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it back 
Your rhymes don't faze me, I'm above em, half y'all raps is 
Born retarded, now you out here tryin' to get rid of em 
You should be sick of it, I possess no flaws 
That's from the man that made your Head Nod til you Lick-ed his Balls 
Verses I spit em, when it's my turn to get em, I got hot flows 
I only do shows for burn victims 
So cock this mic, and bust out your back, kill you 
And then they gonna blame me for fuckin' up rap 
Who's fuckin with that? Skillz and Esco', it's on 
When you speak in my direction, watch your tone 
From Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we own 
It's locked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone 

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Yo come see 
The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys 
Ladies love me, niggas say 
"Timbaland's really rappin', what the fuck is up be?" 
Jealousy 
I kill niggas with seven thangs, most they jackin' beats 
I'm a eight digit niggy 
Maybe I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to see 
What? 

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