Timbaland To My Lyrics

[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, f___ the fame
Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't s___ 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 s__ 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 n____z
To my b____es, to my gangsters
To my riders, to my n____z
To my b____es, to my n____z
To my riders, to my gangsters
To my b____es, to my n____z
And fly a__holes, to my n____z
To my b____es, 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 r_____ed, 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 b____
Verses I spit em, when it's my turn to get em, I got hot flows
I only do shows for burn victims
So c___ this mic, and bust out your back, kill you
And then they gonna blame me for f___in up rap
Who's f___in 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 n____, watch your tone

Chorus

[Timbaland]
Yo commmmmme see
The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys
Ladies loooooovve me; n____z say
"Timbaland's really rappin, what the f___ is up B?"
Jeallllllousy
I kill n____z with seven thangs, most they jackin beats
I'm a eight digit niiggy
Maybe I just rebuild t__anic and send that out to see
What?

Chorus