[Tim] It don't stop
[Nas] Can't stop
[Tim] Say what?
[Nas] Bravehearts
[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
[Nas] Yea, yea yea
[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, weigh a buck and change
I want the dough, f** the fame
Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't sh** to me
About to have my own ASCAP, and NASDAQ
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 s** 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 n***as
To my b**hes, to my gangsters
To my riders, to my n***as
To my b**hes, to my n***as
To my riders, to my gangsters
To my b**hes, to my n***as
And fly a** hoes, to my n***as
To my b**hes, Timbaland and Esco'
[Mad Sk**z]
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 will hear a 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 it
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 co*k this mic, and bust out your back, k** you
And then they gonna blame me for f**in up rap
Who's f**in with that? Sk**z 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 n***a, watch your tone
Chorus
[Timbaland]
Yo commmmmme see
The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys
Ladies loooooovve me; n***as say
"Timbaland's really rappin, what the f** is up B?"
Jeallllllousy
I k** n***as 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