| 作词 : Lewis, Mosley, 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 |
| zuo ci : Lewis, Mosley, Nas | |
| tim it don' t stop | |
| nas can' t stop | |
| tim say what? | |
| nas play your parts | |
| tim uhhuh, it don' t stop | |
| nas nas esco' | |
| tim say what? huh, uhhuh | |
| tim uhhuh, it don' t stop | |
| tim uh, uhhuh, uh, uh, uh | |
| tim it don' t stop, what? | |
| nas yea yea, bravehearts | |
| 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, chiptoothed, 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 cosigner | |
| 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 licked 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 qb to va, 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 |
| zuò cí : Lewis, Mosley, Nas | |
| tim it don' t stop | |
| nas can' t stop | |
| tim say what? | |
| nas play your parts | |
| tim uhhuh, it don' t stop | |
| nas nas esco' | |
| tim say what? huh, uhhuh | |
| tim uhhuh, it don' t stop | |
| tim uh, uhhuh, uh, uh, uh | |
| tim it don' t stop, what? | |
| nas yea yea, bravehearts | |
| 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, chiptoothed, 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 cosigner | |
| 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 licked 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 qb to va, 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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