Versuri 03. To My

It don't stop 
Can't stop 
Say what? 
Play your parts 
 
Uh, huh, it don't stop 
Nas Esco' 
Say what? Huh, uh, huh 
Uh, huh, it don't stop 
 
Uh, uh, huh, uh, uh, uh 
It don't stop, what? 
Yeah, yeah, Brave hearts 
Guess what, y'all? Check it 
 
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 
 
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' 
 
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 licked 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 QB to VA, can't count the blocks we own 
It's locked and sewn, I repeat nigga, watch your tone 
 
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' 
 
Yo, come see 
The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys 
Ladies love me, niggaz say 
Timbaland's really rappin', what the fuck is up, B? 
 
Jealousy 
I kill niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin' beats 
I'm a eight digit niggy 
Maybe, I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to see, what? 
 
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'