featuring Mad Skillz Nas [Tim] It don't stop [Nas] Can't stop [Tim] Say what? [Nas] Play your parts [Tim] Uh huh it don't stop [Nas] Nas Esco' [Tim] Say what? Huh uh huh [Tim] Uh huh it don't stop [Tim] Uh uh huh uh uh uh [Tim] It don't stop what? [Nas] Yea yea Brave hearts [Tim] Guess what y'all? Check it Verse One: Nas 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 Chorus: Nas Please, to my niggaz To my bitches, to my gangsters To my riders, to my niggaz To my bitches, to my niggaz To my riders, to my gangsters To my bitches, to my niggaz And fly assholes, to my niggaz To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco' [Mad Skillz] 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 posess 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 Chorus [Timbaland] Yo commmmmme see The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys Ladies loooooovve me; niggaz say "Timbaland's really rappin, what the fuck is up B?" Jeallllllousy I kill niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin beats I'm a eight digit niiggy Maybe I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to see What? Chorus
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