作词 : Lewis, Mosley, Nas [tim] it don't stop [nas] can't stop [tim] say what? [nas] play your parts [tim] uh-huh, it don't stop [nas] nas esco' [tim] say what? huh, uh-huh [tim] uh-huh, it don't stop [tim] uh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh [tim] it don't stop, what? [nas] yea yea, brave-hearts [tim] 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 **** 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 ****** To my *****es, to my gangsters To my riders, to my ****** To my *****es, to my ****** To my riders, to my gangsters To my *****es, to my ****** And fly assholes, to my ****** To my *****es, 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 balls Verses i spit em, when it's my turn to get em, i got hot flows I only do shows for burn victims So cock this mic, and bust out your back, kill you And then they gonna blame me for ****in up rap Who's ****in 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; ****** say 'timbaland's really rappin, what the **** is up b?' Jeallllllousy I kill ****** 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? Chorus
作词 : Lewis, Mosley, Nas [tim] it don't stop [nas] can't stop [tim] say what? [nas] play your parts [tim] uh-huh, it don't stop [nas] nas esco' [tim] say what? huh, uh-huh [tim] uh-huh, it don't stop [tim] uh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh [tim] it don't stop, what? [nas] yea yea, brave-hearts [tim] 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 **** 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 ****** To my *****es, to my gangsters To my riders, to my ****** To my *****es, to my ****** To my riders, to my gangsters To my *****es, to my ****** And fly assholes, to my ****** To my *****es, 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 balls Verses i spit em, when it's my turn to get em, i got hot flows I only do shows for burn victims So cock this mic, and bust out your back, kill you And then they gonna blame me for ****in up rap Who's ****in 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; ****** say 'timbaland's really rappin, what the **** is up b?' Jeallllllousy I kill ****** 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? Chorus
