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up jack?

[lil'
This 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 i guess i'm the printer
If it's ice to be 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 some new and
Lyrically i tracks, put two in a crew
me, who wanna mo'
Catch me in the studio, doing a do
me 10 minutes, i'll hook you up with joint that's mean
>from new york, va to cali, all in between

Timbo i even bowed it in no
And every corner i flow
You i get it on
Timbo, i even bowed it in no
And corner 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)
Meet the futuristic by the psych (uh huh)
Either vibe or they make shit light (whew)
Hip to the hop when i in the do' (what?)
Missy went platinum i came in some mo' (what?)
Aaliyah, ginuwine, mag and two o's (uh huh)

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

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't my flow
I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't my dough
Im burnin' up, up top and down south they
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 point '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)
Now she's gon' point 'em out, it

I come sweeter than a two seater
Have pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friends
It never ends, expensive
Without the c's, lavish habits the carats
Nigga's mad weaves
Spendin' money nuthin'
who style frontin'
And pretend 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 realize i gotta
Lifestyles of the rich, that fly bitch
There's a track to be ripped, i got the hot
Check the whip, i'm from my land to my six
Had you screamin' at the show saying a hit
I got the gift and nigga's i'm ready for this
Eyes closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the

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

[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 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 point 'em out,

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
on playa