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What's up

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

If money to be made i guess i'm the printer
If it's ice to be i guess i'm the winner
You know my crew ginuwine not the
One in a like aaliyah
like gonorrhea, what?
I beat the beater, snares
Cris' like the diamonds in the on my wrist
Audiences growing like a
You must be on some new and
Lyrically i murder tracks, put two in a
Tell me, who mo'
Catch me in the studio, what? a do
Give me 10 minutes, i'll you up with joint that's mean
new york, va to cali, all points in between

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

man]
Can you get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa 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)
that i dropped, nonstop nigga, whoa (whoa)
Meet the unpredicted by the psych (uh huh)
nigga's vibe or they make shit light (whew)
Hip to the hop i came in the do' (what?)
Missy platinum then i came in some mo' (what?)
Aaliyah, ginuwine, mag and two o's (uh huh)

Outside production on 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 back of hand and feel

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't stop my
I'm burnin' up, ya'll stop my dough
Im burnin' up, up top and down 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 '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 she's gon' 'em out, check it

I come sweeter than a two seater
Have your pockets wide open, you spendin' on friends
It never ends, indeed
the c's, lavish habits love the carats
Nigga's with mad
Spendin' money ain't
Nigga's who frontin'
And pretend ya gettin' old
Nigga, we let you know, district
Platinum with the chips in it
Money to burn, nigga when will you
automatic, now i realize 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 my land to my six
Had you screamin' at the show saying a hit
I got the and nigga's know i'm ready for this
Eyes closed, lips sealed, and for the kiss

[timb & man]
And i told we won't 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)
'em out, what?

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

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

Now let's ride, boo

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