To My
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
To MyLRC歌词
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
