(feat. Twista)    [Timbaland talking:]  Da Da Da Da Da Da  Yes yes yes yes yes yes  It's me again baby, Timbaland  And uh, we doin somethin like dis  Hear da beat?  Uh  [clapping]  Say what?  Thats right  Thank you, thank you, thank you  [laughing] Uh right now, Ima bring a special guest in  He gon' rip it for me, like this, check it out    [Twista]  Who am I, Nigga wid tha blunt, steady trippin, sippin on the concoction,  with tha gun cocktin  Drum knockin, gotta get off  Bitches and killas in the front watchin  Flowin with like a finna studda some  Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were  Ima flow until my belly hurt  Pimp nigga rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt  Let it ruff, ooh  Feels like anotha one  Who you be? Mr. Shystie  The one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice tea  The muthafucka most likely  To get a tuba with the opposition in my position   I break em off when I give em tha heat  Steady re' for rollin  Bullets body decomposion  I dismember the weak on the Timbaland beat  You remember the beat  Conversation we had  When my adrinallin was rushin  Check yo brakes and knee pads  When the twis to get tha bus in  Bodys gon' get rushed in  I can make em hit tha dance flo  Brothas, bitches, and hustlers  I get up in the guts homie, never phoney  Hitta wigga when he run up on me  Yall muthafuckas still don't know me  Let em' learn slowly    [Chorus:2x]  Who you be?  Im tha one that stay high  Center maka up tha party, rockin bodys  with tha thugga hands up in the sky  neva shy he's fly  Who am i, who you be?  I'm the one's gon' get buck  T-straight from the Chi  Ribal, homosydal, everybody duck  With tha party up and pimp struck  T-N-T now I say who am I    Who you be? Who am I?  The one who's surrounded by the wood  500 wid the ribs stickin through the hood  Up to no good thats why'd stay they misunderstood  And Im always in tha mix of some shits  Scoop a shawty an she thick  And tha bitch getts grip in them hips  Putta dick on tha lips top it doggie style, she my homie gal  So I tricked on that bitch  Now who you be?  The one who's on tha dance floor  Sex gon be one of tha mass hoes  Freak on a bad hoe  you's could really wanna flash gold  Turn a hater to a sass hoe  Play an ballin up at Cape Town, strippin went down  Study, tippin off of CDs an Tapes  Though see niggas see Gs to take  Run up to tha car, got no thangs  They got CDs to break, no easy pace  Who you be?  The crime cause other obituary an uligy  Photo stank and yall be who to see  Only smokin it wid you and me  Lets go hang out where tha booty be  I was on sumthin, no frontin  Yello wide ol' belly in the po funkin  Grinnin while up in the curb  Wanna journey for herb  Always tellin somebody to smoke somethin  True indeed    [Chorus 2x]    The one thats flowin fluently  Make yo baby say goo to me  Whatcha did to her  Didn't ask why I hit her for  Cause the game like liturature  Get it Get it gurl  I don't know what you was waitin on  But if you aint wid a partna  This young monsters a fly guy  Shake a lil bit of dat body  We gon party till we sky high  To my playas an soldiers, shady niggas, young thugs and strap hoes,  pimps strikin fees and red bones  Ghetto fees and Gs an MC's for the rifols  The one that be kickin off air time  From sunrise ta bedtime  All of yall need ta know me, the one an only  Pimp slach tingin twista from tha Chi  Makin compotition die slowly  Who am I?    [Chorus 2x]    [Timbaland]  Ha ha ha ha  Yall didn't think that I would do it again twice did ya  Ha ha  I do it like that, I put it down  For tha 98 or TNT   Thang ya know what Im sayin  Timbaland and Twista  Yall fools couldn't recognize could ya?  I put it down for all parts of the area  We out