Lyrics To My - Timbaland

To My

it dont stop
cant stop
say what?
play your parts
uh-huh, it dont stop
nas esco
say what?
huh, uh-huh
uh-huh, it dont stop
uh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh it dont stop, what?
yea yea, brave-hearts
guess what yall?
check it Verse one: nas
I, splash yall 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, yall can have that, that aint shit to me About to have my own ascap, and thats that
And plus a rotisserie, instead of kenny rogers
And benihanas, yall 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 Im straight chronic, yo its atomic how I blew up Same ol g, since I rocked kangols, lees
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
Yo, yo, we rippin tracks, its like beatin beats with bats
Watchin crews change the views when the heat in they back
If you hear a click, trust me, you wouldnt hear clack
If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it back
Your rhymes dont faze me, Im above em;
half yall raps is Born retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of em You should be sick of it, I posess no flaws
Thats from the man that made your head nod til you lick-ed his balls
Verses I spit em, when its 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
Whos fuckin with that?
skillz and esco, its on When you speak in my direction, watch your tone
From q-b to v-a, cant count the blocks we own
Its locked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone
Yo commmmmme see
The big man with the diamonds and the fly bentleys
Ladies loooooovve me;
niggaz say
«timbalands really rappin, what the fuck is up b?
«Jeallllllousy
I kill niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin beats
Im a eight digit niiggy
Maybe I just rebuild titanic and send that out to see
What?