Timbaland - To My lyrics

(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, f** the fame Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't sh** 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 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***az To my b**hes, to my gangsters To my riders, to my n***az To my b**hes, to my n***az To my riders, to my gangsters To my b**hes, to my n***az And fly a**holes, to my n***az 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 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 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***az say "Timbaland's really rappin, what the f** is up B?" Jeallllllousy I k** n***az 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