作词 : Mosley, Timothy Z. 作曲 : Mosley, Timothy Z. It don't stop Can't stop Say what? Play your parts Uh-huh, it don't stop Nas Esco' Say what? Huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, it don't stop Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh It don't stop, what? Yea yea, Brave-hearts Guess what y'all? Check it [Verse One: Nas] I, splash y'all dudes with gats I use Ice dangle off my chest cause my cash improve Nice knuckle game, chip-toothed, way of buck and change I want the dough, ****** the fame Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't *******t to me About to have my own ASCAP, and that's that And plus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogers and Benihana's, y'all can eat, plenty at Nas' Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco' boxers With honies that *** so proper, best flow since Rakim Liver, personification of drama Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer Some will smoke embalmin fluid and vomit to it I'm straight chronic, yo it's atomic how I blew up Same ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's, Lee's Nothin changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles [Chorus: Nas] Please, to my ******z To my *******, to my gangsters To my riders, to my ******z To my *******, to my ******z To my riders, to my gangsters To my *******, to my ******z And fly assholes, to my ******z To my *******, Timbaland and Esco' [Mad Skillz] Yo, yo, we rippin tracks, it's like beatin beats with bats Watchin crews change the views when the heat in they back If you hear a click, trust me, you wouldn't hear clack If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it back Your rhymes don't faze me, I'm above em; half y'all raps is born retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of em You should be sick of it, I posess no flaws That's from the man that made your Head Nod til you Lick-ed his ****** Verses I spit em, when it's my turn to get em, I got hot flows I only do shows for burn victims So **** this mic, and bust out your back, kill you And then they gonna blame me for ****** up rap Who's ****** with that? Skillz and Esco', it's on When you speak in my direction, watch your tone From Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we own It's locked and sewn I repeat ******, watch your tone [Chorus] [Timbaland] Yo commmmmme see The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys Ladies loooooovve me; ******z say "Timbaland's really rappin, what the ****** is up B?" Jeallllllousy I kill ******z with seven thangs, most they jackin beats I'm a eight digit niiggy Maybe I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to see What?
作词 : Mosley, Timothy Z. 作曲 : Mosley, Timothy Z. It don't stop Can't stop Say what? Play your parts Uh-huh, it don't stop Nas Esco' Say what? Huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, it don't stop Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh It don't stop, what? Yea yea, Brave-hearts Guess what y'all? Check it [Verse One: Nas] I, splash y'all dudes with gats I use Ice dangle off my chest cause my cash improve Nice knuckle game, chip-toothed, way of buck and change I want the dough, ****** the fame Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't *******t to me About to have my own ASCAP, and that's that And plus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogers and Benihana's, y'all can eat, plenty at Nas' Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco' boxers With honies that *** so proper, best flow since Rakim Liver, personification of drama Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer Some will smoke embalmin fluid and vomit to it I'm straight chronic, yo it's atomic how I blew up Same ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's, Lee's Nothin changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles [Chorus: Nas] Please, to my ******z To my *******, to my gangsters To my riders, to my ******z To my *******, to my ******z To my riders, to my gangsters To my *******, to my ******z And fly assholes, to my ******z To my *******, Timbaland and Esco' [Mad Skillz] Yo, yo, we rippin tracks, it's like beatin beats with bats Watchin crews change the views when the heat in they back If you hear a click, trust me, you wouldn't hear clack If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it back Your rhymes don't faze me, I'm above em; half y'all raps is born retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of em You should be sick of it, I posess no flaws That's from the man that made your Head Nod til you Lick-ed his ****** Verses I spit em, when it's my turn to get em, I got hot flows I only do shows for burn victims So **** this mic, and bust out your back, kill you And then they gonna blame me for ****** up rap Who's ****** with that? Skillz and Esco', it's on When you speak in my direction, watch your tone From Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we own It's locked and sewn I repeat ******, watch your tone [Chorus] [Timbaland] Yo commmmmme see The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys Ladies loooooovve me; ******z say "Timbaland's really rappin, what the ****** is up B?" Jeallllllousy I kill ******z with seven thangs, most they jackin beats I'm a eight digit niiggy Maybe I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to see What?
