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timbaland - to my ft. mad skillz & nas 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-ck the fame
already made history, y’all can have that, that ain’t sh-t 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-x 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-gg-z
to my b-tches, to my gangsters
to my riders, to my n-gg-z
to my b-tches, to my n-gg-z
to my riders, to my gangsters
to my b-tches, to my n-gg-z
and fly -ssholes, to my n-gg-z
to my b-tches, 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-t-rded, 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-lls
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-ck this mic, and bust out your back, kill you
and then they gonna blame me for f-ckin up rap
who’s f-ckin 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-gg-, watch your tone

chorus

[timbaland]
yo commmmmme see
the big man with the diamonds and the fly bentleys
ladies loooooovve me; n-gg-z say
“timbaland’s really rappin, what the f-ck is up b?”
jeallllllousy
i kill n-gg-z with seven thangs, most they jackin beats
i’m a eight digit niiggy
maybe i just rebuild t-tanic and send that out to see
what?

chorus

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