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[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, fuck the fame 

Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't shit 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 sex 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 niggaz 

To my bitches, to my gangsters 

To my riders, to my niggaz 

To my bitches, to my niggaz 

To my riders, to my gangsters 

To my bitches, to my niggaz 

And fly assholes, to my niggaz 

To my bitches, 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 fuckin up rap 

Who's fuckin 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 nigga, watch your tone 

[Chorus] 

[Timbaland] 

Yo commmmmme see 

The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys 

Ladies loooooovve me; niggaz say 

"Timbaland's really rappin, what the fuck is up B?" 

Jeallllllousy 

I kill niggaz 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]