[Timbaland]
Yau [echo 2x Yau]
They still won't give me my props
Now I'm pissed off
Y'all will see the other side of me
Come on
Like this
I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be
If a nigga didn't make his entry
Niggas would be making them same ol' beats
Waiting on my arrivlary
Y'all niggas gonna learn to appreciate me
Instead of always comparin' me
If I hear one more remark about me
I guess I gotta ride on my enemies
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga
What the fuck would the music be, if it wasn't for Timothy
When the game is feverish, then I create the remedies
And crumble leaves until I'm buzz and I'm laxed
And them hoes show me love in every club that I'm at
For every hood got' get back, what another nigga envy
But I swear I ain't no killer, but y'all niggas 'bout to tempt me
To the point there the barrels empty until you gon' resent me
When Morpheus mentioned the desert of the real he meant me
Like a monster I am simply, do the records into three
Let my music not really be confused with anybody
Cause there's something like Mister Muhammed Ali in his prime
Then I float like a butterfly and sting with the rhyme
And the mic happens ring with the nine
If it's drama let these niggas tryin' to bring to my mind
I seem to remind that Thomas Crown is spoke
And if you don't love it you can shove a dick down your throat
Yau [echo 2x Yau]
They still won't give me my props
Now I'm pissed off
Y'all will see the other side of me
Come on
Like this
I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be
If a nigga didn't make his entry
Niggas would be making them same ol' beats
Waiting on my arrivlary
Y'all niggas gonna learn to appreciate me
Instead of always comparin' me
If I hear one more remark about me
I guess I gotta ride on my enemies
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho
Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there
Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga
What the fuck would the music be, if it wasn't for Timothy
When the game is feverish, then I create the remedies
And crumble leaves until I'm buzz and I'm laxed
And them hoes show me love in every club that I'm at
For every hood got' get back, what another nigga envy
But I swear I ain't no killer, but y'all niggas 'bout to tempt me
To the point there the barrels empty until you gon' resent me
When Morpheus mentioned the desert of the real he meant me
Like a monster I am simply, do the records into three
Let my music not really be confused with anybody
Cause there's something like Mister Muhammed Ali in his prime
Then I float like a butterfly and sting with the rhyme
And the mic happens ring with the nine
If it's drama let these niggas tryin' to bring to my mind
I seem to remind that Thomas Crown is spoke
And if you don't love it you can shove a dick down your throat
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