featuring 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, trus