Guess who?   Jigga, ya heard?   Timbaland, ya heard?   Uh, Twista, ya heard? C'mon c'mon   Uh uh, uh uh   G G, G gyeah, yo   G'yo, gyeah gyeah, gyeah gyeah   Turn this up, yo, yo, yeah      When the war's on, the pores are drawn like pictures   The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witcha   Nigga before long you need stitches in your long Johns   A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat, t-t-t-t      Eight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can't stop that   Jigga, Twista my nigga Timb on the hot track   How you gon' stop that? We can't be slowed   Niggaz throwed dawg, look at your clothes      When I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows like   Maceo, leave acey holes that's it Jay-Z doe, crazy flow   Rhyme great, dominate your radio      C'mon, get your gun on, your mask and gloves   I don't ask for love, I blast 'em up   Respect my gangsta dude or your life's in danger dude   Doctors pushin' on your chest tryin' to bring you through      All my party people gon' do what? Gonna get buck   Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?   Get them lighters lit up, make them get up   With somethin' the East and West gon' bump      All my party people gon' do what? Get crunk   Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?   Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit   That's beatin' in yo' trunk      Fuckin' with Mag, nigga end up in a hospital   Sittin' on the corner of the bed, sick 'cause of what I said to him   On a track star beef take it in the kitchen   Cookin' MC's all niggaz taste like chicken      Hittin 'em high, right in the ear   Slicin' on 'em muh'fucker vampire style, I'm a bloodsucker   You turnin' into a mad ducker, tellin' ya dog   I'm at the Rucker with a bad Puerto Rican chick      Fat as my cash and she a dick sucker, get up outcha car   You ain't goin' real far, see the chainsaw?   Breakin' the law, like turnin' a dyke   When it come to that man that just like Mike      I don't care what you like, I'll make you run in outer space   If you go to court man, only wish you got a case   For real, I'm fuckin' faced on a hill of ice   Mag hot now nigga 50 G's the price      Timbaland good for that, I invented that   Hear the hi-hat, hear the bassline on the track   Remember one in a million when I left ya back   Producers sayin', "How you get your sound like that?"   I don't know playa, I'm a creative cat   Got party people dancin' to dis and dat   Got party people sayin', "This a dope-ass track!"      All my party people gon' do what? Get buck   Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?   Get them lighters lit up, make them get up   With somethin' the East and West gon' bump      All my party people gon' do what? Get crunk   Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?   Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit   That's beatin' in yo' trunk      Timbaland hit 'em with the um   Ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon' do what?   Stop frontin' you bumpin' the new cut   Like a shoe ah, um ah-um ah, hit 'em in the gut   Twitchin' and itchin' to get up, I hit 'em up      With somethin' skanless to vibe to and ride to   With the stanky inside you, listen to while a freak lickin' you   Go on a bogus mission to, somethin' that you crip-walk in the kitchen to   Somethin' you bump on the porch or the park      Or pump it while you displayin' yo' heart when you flex on a mark   You can play it to clear your head from drama with the feds   And all the homies like down for when they in the dark      Used to rock up at the block club, the players wasn't ridin' slick   You can let your mind cruise for miles   They can't tell a sucker who's allowed, with a strap on the mic   I'm thinkin' how can I move the crowd, move the crowd      All my party people gon' do what? Get buck   Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?   Get them lighters lit up, make them get up   With somethin' the East and West gon' bump      All my party people gon' do what? Get crunk   Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?   Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit   That's beatin' in yo' trunk      All my party people gon' do what? Get buck   Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?   Get them lighters lit up, make them get up   With somethin' the East and West gon' bump      All my party people gon' do what? Get crunk   Get some liquor in the gut, so whassup?   Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta shit   That's beatin' in yo' trunk      Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce, ow ow ow   Ow ow ow-ow ah, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake   Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me   Ow, one time, bounce wit me, bounce wit me, yo, ahh      Remember when you first found me?   I was workin' at Burger King   Now take a good look around me   Look at all these cars, look at all these girls      Why you always tryin' to put down me?   Why you always tryin' to put down me?   You get 'round your friends and try to clown me   Why you always tryin' to pull that boo-boo?      I'm gettin' tired of all that bullshit   Always talkin' dis and dat   Your girls screamin', "We love him!"   See girls, they love me      Girl that's just, only Tim   Yes, it's only Tim   Whatchu talkin' 'bout that's only Tim?   Yeah whatchu talkin' 'bout that's only Tim? 'Cause      I made it this far   Made it without yo' money   Made it without yo' car   Made it without yo' naggin'   Now look who's the star      I made it this far   Made it without yo' money   Made it without yo' car   Made it without yo' naggin'   Now look who's the star      Ya know what I'm sayin'?   Why it gotta happen to people like me, I don't get it   I don't understand it   That's why people like myself, only hang with self   Ha ha ha, and nobody else, easy now