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Timbaland Lyrics for Song: To My
 Lyrics for Album: Tim's Bio: Life from da Bassment [1998]
 
 
 
 39049>[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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