(feat. Mad Skillz, Nas)    [Tim] It don't stop  [Nas] Can't stop  [Tim] Say what?  [Nas] Play your parts  [Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop  [Nas] Nas Esco'  [Tim] Say what? Huh, uh-huh  [Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop  [Tim] Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh  [Tim] It don't stop, what?  [Nas] Yea yea, Brave-hearts  [Tim] Guess what y'all? Check it    [Verse One: Nas]    I, splash y'all dudes with gats I use  Ice dangle off my chest cause my cash improve  Nice knuckle game, chip-toothed, way of 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 that's that  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  With honies that sex so proper, best flow since Rakim  Liver, personification of drama  Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer  Some will 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 niggaz  To my bitches, to my gangsters  To my riders, to my niggaz  To my bitches, to my niggaz  To my riders, to my gangsters  To my bitches, to my niggaz  And fly assholes, to my niggaz  To my bitches, Timbaland and Esco'    [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 wouldn't hear 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 em  You should be sick of it, I posess no flaws  That's from the man that made your Head Nod til you Lick-ed 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]    [Timbaland]  Yo commmmmme see  The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys  Ladies loooooovve me; niggaz say  "Timbaland's really rappin, what the fuck is up B?"  Jeallllllousy  I kill niggaz with seven thangs, most they jackin beats  I'm a eight digit niiggy  Maybe I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to see  What?    [Chorus]