[Timbaland]. Yau [echo 2x Yau]. They still won't give me my props. Now I'm pissed off. Y'all will see the other side of me. Come on. Like this. I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be. If a nigga didn't make his entry. Niggaz would be making them same ol' beats. Waiting on my arrivlary. Y'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate me. Instead of always comparin' me. If I hear one more remark about me. I guess I gotta ride on my enemies. Oho oho oho oho. Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there. Oho oho oho oho. Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there. Oho oho oho oho. Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there. Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga. What the fuck would the music be if it wasn't for Timothy. When the game is feverish then I create the remedies. And crumble leads until I'm buzz and I'm laxed. And them hoes show me love in every club that I'm at. For every hood got' get back what another nigga envy. But I swear I ain't no killer but y'all niggaz 'bout to tempt me. To the point there the barrels empty until you gon' recent me. When Morpheus missing the desert of the real he meant me. Like a monster I am simply do the records into three. Let my music not really be confused with anybody. 'cause there's something like Mister Mohammed Ali in his prime. then I float like a butterfly and sting with the rhyme. and the mic happens ring with the nine. if it's drama let these niggaz tryin' to bring to my mind. I seem to remind that Thomas Crown is spoke. and if you don't love it you can shove a dick down your throat. I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be. If a nigga didn't make his entry. Niggaz would be making them same ol' beats. Waiting on my arrivlary. Y'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate me. Instead of always comparin' me. If I hear one more remark about me. I guess I gotta ride on my enemies. Oho oho oho oho. Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there. Oho oho oho oho. Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there. Oho oho oho oho. Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there. Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga. Look at my eyes nigga wakin' up early in the morning to the sun rise nigga. Momma yelling rise nigga get up out that bed snoarin'. if you want it go get it fuck havin' to beg for it. Even if you gotta break your neck I'm a releg for it. I said listen to behind a hot roller bread for it. Contemplating know how to work my math and bred story. I don't work my fingers to the bone until they bled storin'. So you can say that I'm a giant a preacher of habit. walking over these watches squaking the reach in the head with. niggaz watching me go free not just a week in my marriage. with the game in the cabbage with my name and my status. but I remain as the baddest motherfucker 's established. and I 'm still at it grounding that Hennessey straight popping that still mad at. Down at my enemies' face and you're like a kill habit. In front of my enemies' face I shit like a steal rabbit. To show I'm his real static and hold me ideal at it. With my poker face until I at least make a mil at it. At least make a meal love it I'm hungry and still clutch it. All for that mil ticket outta that steal lovin'. [Frank Lee White]. Well I was riding 95 to Virginia the other day. And I thought to myself ain't this where Timbaland used to stay. I heard he moved to New York City but he work in Miami. Only time he back round here is when he visit his granny. Now ain't it funny how the money make a man change. But shit Timmy I don't think he changed a damn things. 'xcept the rap game and bust the track game. shit he be gobbeling the grammies like he pac-man. can you get with that man let's gone take it back to the roots. before them backpacking rappers with them hoodies and boots. before Sam Goddie and MTV. before these killers and these hundred dollar billars feeling making MC. before the white rap explosion before the corrosion. when we was just getting started and them doo's wouldn't open. it was people like Timmy who was kickin' them in. shit whatcha cookin' in that kitchen again. some shit like that. [Timbaland]. I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be. If a nigga didn't make his entry. Niggaz would be making them same ol' beats. Waiting on my arrivlary. Y'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate me. Instead of always comparin' me. If I hear one more remark about me. I guess I gotta ride on my enemies. Oho oho oho oho. Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there. Oho oho oho oho. Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there. Oho oho oho oho. Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there. Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga