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To My
作詞：Shawn Carter, Nasir Jones, Donnie Lewis, Tim Mosley
It don't stop, what, say what?
Uh-huh, it don't stop, what?
Say what? Huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, it don't stop
It don't stop, what?
Guess what y'all? Check it
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, fuck the fame
Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't shit 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 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
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
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, 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 rappers is
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Born retarded, now you out here tryin' to get rid of 'em
You should be sick of it, I possess 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 cock this mic, and bust out your back, kill you
And then they gonna blame me for fuckin' up rap
Who's fuckin' with that? Skillz and Esco', it's on
When you speak in my direction, watch your tone
From QB to VA, can't count the blocks we own
It's locked and sewn I repeat nigga, watch your tone
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 come see
The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys
Ladies love me, niggaz say
'Timbaland's really rappin', what the fuck is up B?'
Jealousy
I kill niggaz 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?
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'
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