To My

[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'