Bringin` It lyrics

Artist  : Timbaland 
Song : Bringin` It



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featuring Troy Mitchell

What
Yo yo yo
yo yo yo
Ha ha
It ain't over baby
It
dont stop like dat dat dat datdat dat
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kump
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Dat dat dat datdat dat
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kump
Come on

One question:
Who be
the thug that yall love most?
Or give a toast
to this freestyle drug dose
The thug
muscle
So whistle if you hear clear
Gon'
get you close and yous a dead man like last
year
See most fear
The marvelous,
alias
You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin
head crushed
These slugs bust the most wanted
when they just appointed
I stomp dogs and
leave em froze because you know you
fronted
Too many MC's not clearly on this hype
tip
I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on
some snipe shit
extended clips I represent
because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I'm stompin
corners where them drugs flip
Ali Baba snakin
lakin trustin north shit
You catch a grip or
leave a don to climb the night hits
It's mob
official
You test I'll leave you
knock-knissued
Bandaged up like a snitch cuz I
ain't fuckin with you
Straight up, we bringin'
it

What y'all, huh huh, V-A
Know about
this
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh
Know
about this
What y'all in p-town
Know about
this
What y'All in Hoviay
Know about
this

Check it out
I'm ya p-town hit
man
I'll make ya shit man
Pay my stick man
to do my dirt
I'm filthy rich man
My thugs
always hang around the top dog of all
dogs
Make em pick locks and spit glocks until
you shit rocks
I told you that I'm project
strong
You took me wrong and learned that
thorough cats don't last long
Alias the
Don
I leave it messy like I'm Joseph
Pesci
don't fuck around, you ever test me and
you'll have to wet me
I'm ghetto
fabulous
the mob crush the Lord just, never be
discussed
When there's dirt involved, niggas
leave the mouth closed to hush
I rush club
scenes like, "What?"
Always carryin the
bust
The reason why, these niggas that ruck
ain't had enough
I hate to peel ya cabbage
back, or bitch-slap
Cuz otherwise you wouldn't
quit that, to kidnap
So what I'm sayin is,
everybody's real within the game
Alias be the
fame, so you don't know my name, NIGGA
WHAT

What y'all V-A
know about
this
What y'all in Hampton, what
Know about
this
What y'all in Nomo
Know about
this
What y'll in Chesapeake
Know about
this
Bring it boy

See I told y'all
motherfuckers that my clique roll deep
AK's
and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps
44's
and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low
Thugs
know
The real on how I let shit go
But if
it's real, my niggas hold a forty and
fill
Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained
to kill
I'm at the point of no return, so I
let shells spill
Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush
must chill
And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady
aimin that steel
Shit's for real, my nigga P
and Mike might peel
They get the gats and
crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto
tugs
and set on top of niggas what let's
straight wet the party up
ESP was in the cut
my rootin black, pull it up
Is that
enough?
Y'all niggas still fail to call my
bluff?
And yet I told you, when left back
cain't nobody knows you
I suppose
you
Woulda kept your mouth closed like I told
you

What y'all in V-A
Know about this-
I told you
What y'all in Nomo, what
Know
about this, what