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What's up

[lil'
This out uh huh
It out uh huh
To all the b biters huh?
Timbaland got something to say
him out
This is the lil' man speaking now
Yo timbaland it

If it's to be made i guess i'm the printer
If it's ice to be rocked i guess i'm the
You know my ginuwine not the pretender
One in a million like
Burn like gonorrhea,
I beat the beater, everywhere
Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my
Audiences growing like a
You must be on new and improved
Lyrically i tracks, put two in a crew
me, who wanna mo'
Catch me in the studio, what? a do
Give me 10 minutes, i'll hook you up joint that's mean
>from new york, va to cali, all points in

Timbo i even it down in no
And every corner that i
You i get it on
Timbo, i bowed it down in no
And every that i flow
I get it on

[lil'
Can you get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)

Can we get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)

I'm the top nigga, nigga, hot nigga, yo (yo)
Shit that i dropped, nigga, whoa (whoa)
the futuristic unpredicted by the psych (uh huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they make light (whew)
Hip to the hop i came in the do' (what?)
Missy went then i came in some mo' (what?)
Aaliyah, ginuwine, mag and two o's (uh huh)

production on coko and total
Fugitive wanna buy the man for
Got beats and program to kill
nigga, and i'm ill
Don't believe me? the back of your hand and feel

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't my flow
I'm up, ya'll can't stop my dough
Im up, up top and down south they know
it come to these beats i don't play, yo
I get it on

[lil'
Can i get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now point 'em out, (um hmm)

Can we get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)
Now she's gon' point 'em out, it

I come sweeter a two seater benz
Have your pockets open, have you spendin' on friends
It never ends, expensive
Without the c's, lavish habits the carats
with mad weaves
Spendin' money nuthin'
Nigga's who frontin'
And then ya gettin' old
Nigga, we let you know, diamond
rolex's with the chips in it
Money to burn, when will you learn
It's automatic, now i i gotta have
of the rich, that fly assed bitch
There's a track to be ripped, i got the hot
Check the whip, i'm banging from my to my six
Had you at the show saying bassey's a hit
I got the and nigga's know i'm ready for this
closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the kiss

[timb & lil'
And i told ya'll we miss, what?

[lil
Did she get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)
Point 'em out,

Did she get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now point 'em out, (um hmm)

Can i get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out, uh (um hmm)

Can he get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out nigga (um hmm)
Now 'em out, what?

Now ride, yeah boo

Yo,
People don't how you do these beats, yo
Ha, even i don't
You people always tryin' to bite you
And made like you
You da man now
I mad at cha
Play on