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up jack?

[lil'
This out uh huh
It out uh huh
To all the b biters what?
Timbaland got something to say
him out
This is the lil' man speaking now
Yo timbaland it

If it's to be made i guess i'm the printer
If ice to be rocked i guess i'm the winner
You know my ginuwine not the pretender
One in a million aaliyah
Burn like gonorrhea,
I the beater, snares everywhere
Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my
Audiences growing like a
You be on some new and improved
i murder tracks, put two in a crew
Tell me, who mo'
Catch me in the studio, doing a do
Give me 10 minutes, hook you up with joint that's mean
new york, va to cali, all points in between

Timbo i even bowed it in no
And every that i flow
You i get it on
Timbo, i even it down in no
And corner that i flow
I get it on

[lil'
Can you get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)

Can we get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)

I'm the top nigga, nigga, hot nigga, yo (yo)
Shit i dropped, nonstop nigga, whoa (whoa)
Meet the futuristic by the psych (uh huh)
Either nigga's or they make shit light (whew)
Hip to the hop i came in the do' (what?)
Missy went then i came in some mo' (what?)
Aaliyah, ginuwine, mag and two o's (uh huh)

Outside production on coko and
wanna buy the man for real
Got warrrents beats and program to
nigga, and i'm ill
Don't me? take the back of your hand and feel

I'm burnin' up, yo, can't stop my
I'm up, ya'll can't stop my dough
Im up, up top and down south they know
it come to these beats i don't play, yo
I get it on

[lil'
Can i get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the haters at? (um hmm)
Now point 'em out, (um hmm)

Can we get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)
Now she's gon' point 'em out, it

I come than a two seater benz
Have your pockets wide open, have you spendin' on
It never ends, indeed
Without the c's, habits love the carats
Nigga's with mad
money ain't nuthin'
Nigga's who frontin'
And pretend ya gettin' old
Nigga, we let you know, diamond
Platinum with the chips in it
to burn, nigga when will you learn
It's automatic, now i realize i have
Lifestyles of the rich, that fly assed
a track to be ripped, i got the hot shit
Check the whip, i'm banging from my to my six
Had you screamin' at the show saying a hit
I got the and nigga's know i'm ready for this
Eyes closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the

[timb & lil'
And i told ya'll we miss, what?

man]
Did she get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out (um hmm)
Point 'em out,

Did she get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now point 'em out, (um hmm)

Can i get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
all the playa haters at? (um hmm)
Now 'em out, uh (um hmm)

Can he get it on? (um hmm)
Are ya up? (um hmm)
Where all the playa at? (um hmm)
Now point 'em out (um hmm)
Now point 'em out,

Now ride, yeah boo

Yo,
People don't understand how you do beats, yo
Ha, i don't understand
You know people always tryin' to you
And made like you
You da man now
I mad at cha
on playa