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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, **** 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 ****in up rap |
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Who's ****in 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 **** 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 |
