To My Lyrics

To My lyrics

(feat. Mad Skillz, 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]