What's up Jack?



[Lil' Man]

This goes out, uh huh

It goes out, uh huh

To all the B-Biters, huh? What?

Timbaland got something to say ya'll

Check him out

This is the lil' man speaking right now

Yo, Timbaland, kick it



[Timb]

If it's money to be made, I guess I'm the printer

If it's ice to be rocked, I guess I'm the winner

You know my crew, Ginuwine, not the pretender

One in a million like Aaliyah

Burn like Gonorrhea, what?

I beat the beater, snares everywhere

Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist

Audiences growing like a newborn

You must be on some new and improved

Lyrically I murder tracks, put two in a crew

Tell me, who wanna mo'

Catch me in the studio, what? Doing a do

Give me 10 minutes, I'll hook you up with joint that's mean

From New York, VA to Cali, all points in between



Timbo I even bowed it down in NO

And every corner that I flow

You know I get it on

Timbo, I even bowed it down in NO

And every corner that I flow

I get it on



[Lil' Man]

Can you get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point 'em out (Um hmm)



Can we get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point 'em out (Um hmm)



[Timb]

I'm the top nigga, watch nigga, hot nigga, yo (Yo)

Shit that I dropped, nonstop nigga, whoa (Whoa)

Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the psych (Uh huh)

Either nigga's vibe or they make shit light (Whew)

Hip to the hop when I came in the do' (What?)

Missy went platinum then I came in some mo' (What?)

Aaliyah, then Ginuwine, Mag and two O's (Uh huh)

Outside production on Coko and Total

Fugitive wanna buy the man for real

Got warrrents beats and program to kill

Timbaland nigga, and I'm Ill

Don't believe me? Take the back of your hand and feel



I'm burnin' up, yo, can't stop my flow

I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't stop my dough

Im burnin' up, up top and down south they know

When it come to these beats I don't play, yo

I get it on



[Lil' Man]

Can I get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point 'em out, yeah (Um hmm)



Can we get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point 'em out (Um hmm)

Now she's gon' point 'em out, check it



[Bassey]

I come sweeter than a two seater Benz

Have your pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friends

It never ends, expensive indeed

Without the C's, lavish habits love the carats

Nigga's with mad weaves

Spendin' money ain't nuthin'

Nigga's who style frontin'

And then pretend ya gettin' old

Nigga, we let you know, diamond district

Platinum Rolex's with the chips in it

Money to burn, nigga when will you learn

It's automatic, now I realize I gotta have

Lifestyles of the rich, that fly assed bitch

There's a track to be ripped, I got the hot shit

Check the whip, I'm banging from my land to my six

Had you screamin' at the show saying Bassey's a hit

I got the gift and nigga's know I'm ready for this

Eyes closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the kiss



[Timb & Lil' Man]

And I told ya'll we won't miss, what?



[Lil Man]

Did she get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point 'em out (Um hmm)

Point 'em out, what?



Did she get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point 'em out, yeah (Um hmm)



Can I get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point 'em out, uh (Um hmm)



Can he get it on? (Um hmm)

Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)

Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)

Now point 'em out nigga (Um hmm)

Now point 'em out, what?



Now let's ride, yeah boo



Yo, Timbaland

People don't understand how you do these beats, yo

Ha, even I don't understand

You know people always tryin' to bite you

And made stuff like you

You da man right now

I ain't mad at cha

Play on playa