To My lyrics

Artist  : Timbaland 
Song : To My



 Send "To My" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

featuring Mad Skillz 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, 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