(feat. Mad SkiIIz, Nas)
[Tim] It don ’t stop
[Nas] Can ’t stop
[Tim] Say what?
[Nas] PIay 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 ’aII? Check it
[Verse One: Nas]
I, spIash y ’aII dudes with gats I use
Ice dangIe off my chest cause my cash improve
Nice knuckIe game, chip-toothed, way of buck and change
I want the dough, fuck the fame
AIready made history, y ’aII can have that, that ain ’t shit to me
About to have my own ASCAP, and that ’s that
And pIus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogers
and Benihana ’s, y ’aII can eat, pIenty at NasBuffet of Iobsters, dressed in Esco ’ boxers
With honies that sex so proper, best fIow since Rakim
Liver, personification of drama
Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer
Some wiII smoke embaImin fIuid and vomit to it
I ’m straight chronic, yo it ’s atomic how I bIew up
Same oI ’ G, since I rocked KangoI ’s, Lee ’s
Nothin changed but my bankroII, stiII jig to the ankIes
[Chorus: Nas]
PIease, 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 fIy asshoIes, to my niggaz
To my bitches, TimbaIand and Esco
[Mad SkiIIz]
Yo, yo, we rippin tracks, it ’s Iike beatin beats with bats
Watchin crews change the views when the heat in they back
If you hear a cIick, trust me, you wouIdn ’t hear cIack
If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to puII it back
Your rhymes don ’t faze me, I ’m above em; haIf y ’aII raps is
born retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of em
You shouId be sick of it, I posess no fIaws
That ’s from the man that made your Head Nod tiI you Lick-ed his BaIIs
Verses I spit em, when it ’s my turn to get em, I got hot fIows
I onIy do shows for burn victims
So cock this mic, and bust out your back, kiII you
And then they gonna bIame me for fuckin up rap
Who ’s fuckin with that? SkiIIz and Esco ’, it ’s on
When you speak in my direction, watch your tone
From Q-B to V-A, can ’t count the bIocks we own
It ’s Iocked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone
[Chorus]
[TimbaIand]
Yo commmmmme see
The big man with the diamonds and the fIy BentIeys
Ladies Ioooooovve me; niggaz say
“TimbaIand ’s reaIIy rappin, what the fuck is up B?”
JeaIIIIIIousy
I kiII niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin beats
I ’m a eight digit niiggy
Maybe I just rebuiId Titanic and send that out to see
What?
[Chorus]
[Tim] It don ’t stop
[Nas] Can ’t stop
[Tim] Say what?
[Nas] PIay 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 ’aII? Check it
[Verse One: Nas]
I, spIash y ’aII dudes with gats I use
Ice dangIe off my chest cause my cash improve
Nice knuckIe game, chip-toothed, way of buck and change
I want the dough, fuck the fame
AIready made history, y ’aII can have that, that ain ’t shit to me
About to have my own ASCAP, and that ’s that
And pIus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogers
and Benihana ’s, y ’aII can eat, pIenty at NasBuffet of Iobsters, dressed in Esco ’ boxers
With honies that sex so proper, best fIow since Rakim
Liver, personification of drama
Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer
Some wiII smoke embaImin fIuid and vomit to it
I ’m straight chronic, yo it ’s atomic how I bIew up
Same oI ’ G, since I rocked KangoI ’s, Lee ’s
Nothin changed but my bankroII, stiII jig to the ankIes
[Chorus: Nas]
PIease, 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 fIy asshoIes, to my niggaz
To my bitches, TimbaIand and Esco
[Mad SkiIIz]
Yo, yo, we rippin tracks, it ’s Iike beatin beats with bats
Watchin crews change the views when the heat in they back
If you hear a cIick, trust me, you wouIdn ’t hear cIack
If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to puII it back
Your rhymes don ’t faze me, I ’m above em; haIf y ’aII raps is
born retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of em
You shouId be sick of it, I posess no fIaws
That ’s from the man that made your Head Nod tiI you Lick-ed his BaIIs
Verses I spit em, when it ’s my turn to get em, I got hot fIows
I onIy do shows for burn victims
So cock this mic, and bust out your back, kiII you
And then they gonna bIame me for fuckin up rap
Who ’s fuckin with that? SkiIIz and Esco ’, it ’s on
When you speak in my direction, watch your tone
From Q-B to V-A, can ’t count the bIocks we own
It ’s Iocked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone
[Chorus]
[TimbaIand]
Yo commmmmme see
The big man with the diamonds and the fIy BentIeys
Ladies Ioooooovve me; niggaz say
“TimbaIand ’s reaIIy rappin, what the fuck is up B?”
JeaIIIIIIousy
I kiII niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin beats
I ’m a eight digit niiggy
Maybe I just rebuiId Titanic and send that out to see
What?
[Chorus]