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[Intro: Timbaland & Nas] It don't stop Can't stop Say what? Bravehearts 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 Yea, yea yea It don't stop, what? Yea yea, Brave-hearts Guess what y'all? Check it [Verse 1: Nas] I, splash y'all dudes with gats I use Ice dangle off my chest 'cause my cash improve Nice knuckle game, chip-toothed, weigh a 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 NASDAQ 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 For honies that sex so proper, best flow since Rakim Liver, personification of drama Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer Some'll 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 niggas To my bitches, to my gangstas To my riders, to my niggas To my bitches, to my niggas To my riders, to my gangstas To my bitches, to my niggas And fly ass hoes, to my niggas To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco' [Verse 2: 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 will hear a 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 it You should be sick of it, I possess 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 Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we own It's locked and sewn I repeat, nigga, watch your tone [Chorus: Nas] Please, to my niggas To my bitches, to my gangstas To my riders, to my niggas To my bitches, to my niggas To my riders, to my gangstas To my bitches, to my niggas And fly ass hoes, to my niggas To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco' [Verse 3: Timbaland] Yo commmmmme see The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys Ladies loooooovve me; niggas say "Timbaland's really rappin', what the fuck is up, B?" The jeallllllousy I kill niggas with seven thangs, mostly they jackin' beats I'm a eight digit niiggy Baby, I just rebuilt Titanic and send it out to sea What? [Chorus: Nas] Please, to my niggas To my bitches, to my gangstas To my riders, to my niggas To my bitches, to my niggas To my riders, to my gangstas To my bitches, to my niggas And fly ass hoes, to my niggas To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco'