(Timbaland)
Hey, I was mean(mean)
Before I became a I took the world when they gave me a beep machine And then I my city jump(jump) It's your favorite producer, come on let it bump(bump) I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the A everytime I get on a song A tycoon, I just went and brought another Who you on? I'm never off, I set it off, and you never on What's there to care People know my whereabouts Anywhere I want, jet in and out With Bran Nue, you know Tim about Ferrari 5-99 Tinted out the man m-my beats is crazy You want my sounds, you pay me But don't get it confused, never had no silver But you got a walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes And up(I believe that's me) And your name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And you from(NYC, we up in here G) Why you get on the mic for the symphony? (D.O.E.) Ok, ok when you see me through(Yup) Got the whole crew Timbaland he If you a fruit, in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to She kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci beaucoup (Put it in the bag) Nah I ain't Fab I f*** ya it's a wrap, I'ma put you in the cab Better be I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass) and I..and I'm coming for your When I out where you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock) Get the f*** up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme you got) Wit you **** money **** ****money ****money Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go feeling drained then it's back to snatching chains and I (Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and the wrong move) I ain't changed, still the D.O.E be the name, I'm from North Queens Next up(Ha, hey I that's me) And ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy) And where you from(Mississippi but was in Cali) Why don't you get on the mic for the (Bran' Nu) I got it, I got it(Ha) It's been a time comin' I'm like I forgot something important Can't a problem with me I fade it to like church slacks Now I'm in the Range, no So you don't it with me I'm on the tip of tongue like bubble gum I got your sprung It's my return(Like the Come) I'm taking off like a I got beat in my pocket I keep your droppin(and you...) gonna hold me back, Timbo put me on the map Now you say I act(Brand New) Just like my boots, struttin like a model do Don't you you had another(Chance to) Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it You keep runnin ya mouth like them do I gotta learn you, like a do Cuz you don't have a clue So next up(Yeah, hey I believe me) And ya name(Attitude on the M-I-C) And where you from(Alabama we up in G) Why you get on the mic for the symphony... (Attitude) Ok, ****(not understandable) mediocre Plenty bread so you I gotta keep a toasta On my side ride unless she a Oprah B***h I'm too fly to drive, need a chauffeur I get a whole lot of h*** like a G ta could put me in the FED for what's in my sofa Rap wack slap em if they say ya hard Diss me, up the ratchet on you and your A&R I know they mad never thought it could happen Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan Every check I in, bigger than the last one Met a new freak, she thicker than the one Nah, I don't love her homey, MUSIC is my I don't compassion And all my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when askin Boy I'm on fire the **** at the ****in That's why I stay so gone F*** up the ozone laya I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say, and if I miss I come back a richochet
Lyrics by Fil a.k.a. Phresh