(Timbaland)
Hey, I was mean(mean)
Before I a feen I took over the when they gave me a beep machine And then I made my jump(jump) your favorite producer, come on baby let it bump(bump) I'm like a music when I'm in the zone A everytime I get on a song A tycoon, I went and brought another home Who you on? I'm never off, I set it off, and you were on What's there to care about? People know my Anywhere I want, jet in and out With Bran Nue, you know what Tim Ferrari Windows Tinted out I-I-I'm the man m-my is crazy You want my sounds, you pay me But don't get it confused, had no silver spoon But you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's And next up(I believe me) And what's name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And you from(NYC, we up in here G) Why don't you get on the mic for the (D.O.E.) Ok, ok when you see me through(Yup) Got the whole crew Timbaland he If you a fruit, Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm to She french kiss my d*** and then I told her beaucoup (Put it in the bag) Nah baby I Fab When I ya it's a wrap, I'ma put you in the cab Better be happy I rap, if I I'd be strapped with the(mass) and I..and I'm for your stash When I find out you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock) Get the f*** up ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got) Wit you **** money **** money ****money Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) go money Pockets feeling drained then it's back to chains and I (Wish a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the wrong move) I changed, still the same D.O.E be the name, I'm North Side Queens Next up(Ha, hey I believe 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) been a long time comin' I'm like I forgot something important have a problem with me I fade it to black like slacks Now I'm in the Range, no So you don't it with me I'm on the tip of your like bubble gum I got head sprung my return(Like the Kingdom Come) I'm taking off like a I got this beat in my I keep heart droppin(and you...) Never gonna me back, Timbo put me on the map Now you say I act(Brand New) Just my Proda boots, struttin like a model do you wish you had another(Chance to) Get up under my skin, like you g-g-g-get it You keep ya mouth like them broads do I gotta you, like a school do Cuz clearly you don't a clue So up(Yeah, hey I believe that's me) And ya name(Attitude on the M-I-C) And you from(Alabama we up in here G) Why you get on the mic for the symphony... (Attitude) Ok, ****(not understandable) mediocre Plenty bread so you know I keep a toasta On my side b***h ride she a Oprah B***h I'm too fly to drive, need a chauffeur I get a lot of h*** like a G supposed ta could put me in the FED for what's in my sofa Rap **** wack slap em if say ya hard Diss me, I'll up the ratchet on you and A&R I know they mad never thought that it happen Got my **** on I hopped in a Austan Every check I cash in, than the last one Met a new freak, she thicker the last one Nah, I don't love her homey, is my passion I don't compassion And all my yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the That's why I so gone playa F*** *****in up the ozone I a hit everytime I got some s*** to say, and if I miss I come like a richochet
Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a.