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Check it out

This is how I want to spit it

I bullshitted in the eighties forbid

I had to get my mind up off the ladies

Like these wordly things

A baby beam and shiny rings

See this is how we do things

When you're f**king with the kings

Of the streets

New York is all respected

But still we keep it hectic

In places where we be wreckin'

Where we from Timbaland VA

See that's my man so understand these things

Three niggas thinking 'bout cream

Me and Magoo

Y'all realize we roll with cru huh

All respect too

That's why your girl ain't lovin' you

We peep the card in the steez

We even got the keys to the bed

Where you rest

Your life is based on stress

So just relax kid

Because my mack days are in the mist

And you ain't got a chance

Like Sharon Stone on the last dance

It's easy past when I'm running with your lady

Ask your boys I'm pushing your Mercedes

So what ni**a

Writtin' rhymes is all that they want to do

Uh huh huh uh huh huh huh

They don't gotta do anything else

They don't gotta do anything else

Uh say what say what say what

If writtin' rhymes is all that they want to do

That they want to do

They don't gotta do anything else

They don't gotta do anything else

They don't gotta nothing else y'all check it

Dig 'em court VD now I'm sick with 'em

Ate a pack of cheese now I just b******t with 'em

Kick 'em ni**a when your down look I got to getcha

Get away with the crime that's the wrong picture

I'm in a zone like a teen on a phone

H I with no V but I stay full blown

Hah yeah yo put nick out the door

You move quick but b**ch yeah you're too slow

Get on your knees like a dog and scratch your fleas

Somebody on the phone want to talk to your

But I got my life and Mary what's the 411

Niggas get shook when I rhyme you best to f**king run

Get out the way cause my recitals suicidal

I'm the rebel when I yell y'all know ask billy idol

Son of a b**ch cause he a son and you's a b**ch

Me die for you girl go dig your own ditch

Writtin' rhymes is all that they want to do

That they want to do

They don't gotta do anything else

They don't gotta do anything else

If writtin' rhymes is all that they want to do

Uh huh huh uh huh huh huh

They don't gotta do anything else

Check it out check it out say what say what

Writtin' rhymes is all that they want to do

Uh huh huh uh huh huh huh

They don't gotta do anything else

They don't gotta do anything else

They don't gotta do

If writtin' rhymes is all that they want to do

They don't gotta do anything else

They don't gotta do anything else

Check it out baby

Hear this beat

It's done by me

I do them ill beats you know what I'm sayin'

People always try to bite me yo

But they can't bit this one

Huh they might try

But you know what

You got to pay a sampling fee if you bite me

Like that

Uh like that

Uh it's the beat uh like that

Ginuwine uh like that

Aaliyah like that

Playa like that

Big rob like that

Big E like that

Of course my man Magoo

And me Timbaland

Jimmy D we out for 97 E

Can't forget my man Elliot

Only one

Check it out baby

The fight just begun we out

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