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man]
This out uh huh
It out uh huh
To all the b huh? what?
Timbaland got something to say
him out
This is the man speaking right now
Yo timbaland it

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

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

man]
Can you get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)

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

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

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

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't my flow
I'm burnin' up, can't stop my dough
Im burnin' up, up top and south they know
When it 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 haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out, yeah (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 gon' point 'em out, check it

I come sweeter than a two benz
Have your pockets open, have you spendin' on friends
It never ends, indeed
Without the c's, lavish love the carats
Nigga's with mad
money ain't nuthin'
Nigga's who style
And then pretend ya old
Nigga, we let you know, district
Platinum with the chips in it
Money to burn, nigga will you learn
It's automatic, now i realize i gotta
Lifestyles of the rich, that fly bitch
There's a to be ripped, i got the hot shit
the whip, i'm banging from my land to my six
Had you screamin' at the show saying a hit
I got the gift and nigga's know i'm for this
Eyes closed, lips sealed, and for the kiss

& lil' man]
And i ya'll we won't miss, what?

man]
Did she get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)
Point 'em out,

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

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

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

Now let's ride, boo

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