Don't Make Me Take it There

[Timbaland]

Yau [echo 2x Yau]

They still won't give me my props

Now I'm pissed off

Y'all will see the other side of me

Come on

Like this

I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be

If a nigga didn't make his entry

Niggas would be making them same ol' beats

Waiting on my arrivlary

Y'all niggas gonna learn to appreciate me

Instead of always comparin' me

If I hear one more remark about me

I guess I gotta ride on my enemies

Oho oho oho oho

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there

Oho oho oho oho

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there

Oho oho oho oho

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there

Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga

What the fuck would the music be, if it wasn't for Timothy

When the game is feverish, then I create the remedies

And crumble leaves until I'm buzz and I'm laxed

And them hoes show me love in every club that I'm at

For every hood got' get back, what another nigga envy

But I swear I ain't no killer, but y'all niggas 'bout to tempt me

To the point there the barrels empty until you gon' resent me

When Morpheus mentioned the desert of the real he meant me

Like a monster I am simply, do the records into three

Let my music not really be confused with anybody

Cause there's something like Mister Muhammed Ali in his prime

Then I float like a butterfly and sting with the rhyme

And the mic happens ring with the nine

If it's drama let these niggas tryin' to bring to my mind

I seem to remind that Thomas Crown is spoke

And if you don't love it you can shove a dick down your throat

I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be

If a nigga didn't make his entry

Niggas would be making them same ol' beats

Waiting on my arrivlary

Y'all niggas gonna learn to appreciate me

Instead of always comparin' me

If I hear one more remark about me

I guess I gotta ride on my enemies

Oho oho oho oho

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there

Oho oho oho oho

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there

Oho oho oho oho

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there

Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga

Look at my eyes nigga, wakin' up early in the morning to the sun rise nigga

Momma yelling rise nigga get up out that bed snoarin'

If you want it go get it fuck havin' to beg for it

Even if you gotta break your neck I'm a releg for it

I said listen to behind a hot roller bread for it

Contemplating know how to work my math and bred story

I don't work my fingers to the bone until they bled storin'

So you can say that I'm a giant a preacher of habit

Walking over these watches squaking the reach in the head with

Niggas watching me go free not just a week in my marriage

With the game in the cabbage with my name and my status

But I remain as the baddest motherfucker 's established

And I 'm still at it grounding that Hennessey straight popping that still mad at

Down at my enemies' face and you're like a kill habit

In front of my enemies' face I shit like a steal rabbit

To show I'm his real static and hold me ideal at it

With my poker face until I at least make a mil at it

At least make a meal love it I'm hungry and still clutch it

All for that mil ticket outta that steal lovin'

[Frank Lee White]

Well I was riding 95 to Virginia the other day

And I thought to myself ain't this where Timbaland used to stay

I heard he moved to New York City but he work in Miami

Only time he back round here is when he visit his granny

Now ain't it funny how the money make a man change

But shit Timmy I don't think he changed a damn things

'xcept the rap game and bust the track game

Shit he be gobbeling the grammies like he pac-man

Can you get with that man let's gone take it back to the roots

Before them backpacking rappers with them hoodies and boots

Before Sam Goddie and MTV

Before these killers and these hundred dollar billars feeling making MC

Before the white rap explosion before the corrosion

When we was just getting started and them doo's wouldn't open

It was people like Timmy who was kickin' them in

Shit whatcha cookin' in that kitchen again

Some shit like that

[Timbaland]

I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be

If a nigga didn't make his entry

Niggas would be making them same ol' beats

Waiting on my arrivlary

Y'all niggas gonna learn to appreciate me

Instead of always comparin' me

If I hear one more remark about me

I guess I gotta ride on my enemies

Oho oho oho oho

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there

Oho oho oho oho

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there

Oho oho oho oho

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there

Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga