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up jack?

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

If it's money to be made i i'm the printer
If ice to be rocked i guess i'm the winner
You know my crew not the pretender
One in a million like
Burn gonorrhea, what?
I beat the beater, snares
Cris' the diamonds in the watch on my wrist
Audiences growing a newborn
You must be on new and improved
Lyrically i murder tracks, put two in a
Tell me, who mo'
Catch me in the studio, doing 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 corner i flow
You i get it on
Timbo, i even bowed it in no
And every corner that i
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)
that i dropped, nonstop nigga, whoa (whoa)
Meet the futuristic by the psych (uh huh)
nigga's vibe or they make shit light (whew)
Hip to the hop when i in the do' (what?)
Missy went platinum then i came in mo' (what?)
Aaliyah, ginuwine, mag and two o's (uh huh)

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

man]
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)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)
Now she's gon' point 'em out, it

I sweeter than a two seater benz
your pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friends
It ends, expensive indeed
the c's, lavish habits love the carats
Nigga's with mad
Spendin' money ain't
who style frontin'
And then ya gettin' old
Nigga, we let you know, diamond
rolex's with the chips in it
Money to burn, nigga when will you
It's automatic, now i i gotta have
Lifestyles of the rich, that fly assed
a track to be ripped, i got the hot shit
Check the whip, i'm banging from my to my six
Had you screamin' at the show saying a hit
I got the gift and know i'm ready for this
Eyes closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the

[timb & lil'
And i told 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)
'em out, what?

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

Now let's ride, boo

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