Symphony

[Timbaland] Hey! I was mean... before I became a fiend I took over the world when they gave me a beat machine And then I made my city jump (jump) It's your favorite producer, come on baby let it bump (bump) I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the zone A typhoon everytime I get on a song A tycoon, I just went and bought another home, who you stuntin on? I'm never off, I set it off, and you was never on What's there to care about? People know my whereabouts Anywhere I want, private jet, in and out Whip brand new, you know what Tim about Ferrari 5-99, windows tinted out I-I-I'm the man, m-my beats is crazy You want my sounds? Frikki you gotta pay me But don't get it confused, never had no silver spoon But you got a long walk, tryin to fit Timbaland's shoes And next up (I believe that's me) And what's your name (D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from (N-Y-C, we up in here G) Why don'tcha, get on the mic for the Symphony? [D.O.E.] Okay, okay When you see me roll through (yup) got the whole crew Timbaland he produce, if you a fruit, produce Ridin in the old school (pimpin) like I'm 'posed to She french kiss my dick and then I told her "Merci beaucoup" (Put it in the bag) Nah baby I ain't Fab When I fucked you it's a wrap, I'mma put you in the cab Better be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the mags And I'm... and I'm coming for your stash When I find out where you at, I'll be (shimmyin your lock) Get the fuck up out, yo babe you betta (gimme what you got) Want yo' {*censored*} money, {*censored*} money {*censored*} money, {*censored*} money Lyin like there's no money? (Uhh) Gotta go money Pockets feelin drained then it's back to snatchin chains And I wish a nggaa run up on me, he gon' find that he done made The wronnnng move - I ain't changed, still the same D.O.E. be the name, I'm from Northside Queens Next up (Ha! Hey I believe that's me) And what's yo' name? (Bran'Nu a/k/a Brandy) And where you from? (Mississippi but was raised in Cali) Why don'tcha, get on the mic for the Symphony? [Bran'Nu] I got it, I got it - ha! It's been a long time comin I'm back like I forgot something important Can't have a problem with me, I fade it to black Like church slacks now I'm in the Range, no Cadillac So you don't want it with me I'm on the tip of your tongue like bubblegum, I got yo' head strung It's my return like the "Kingdom Come," I'm takin off like a rocket I got this beat in my pocket, I keep your heart droppin And you.. ha, never gonna hold me back Timbo put me on the map, now you wanna say I act Bran'Nu.. ha! Just like my Prada boots Struttin like a model do, don't you wish you had another Chance to.. ha! Get up under my skin Frontin like you get it in and you keep runnin your mouth like them brats do I gotta learn you like a school do Cause clearly you don't have a clue So next up (yeah, hey I believe that's me) And what's yo' name? (Attitude on the M-I-C) And where you from (Alabama we up in here G) Why don'tcha, get on the mic for the Symphony? [Attitude] Okay, {niggas} pokin jokes, I'm never mediocre Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toaster On my side bitch ride unless she a Oprah Bitchh I'm too fly to drive, I'mma need a chauffeur I get a whole lot of hoes like a G supposed ta They could put me in the fed for what's in my sofa Rap {niggas} wack, smack 'em if they say your part Diss me I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R I know they mad, never thought that it could happen Got my {*censored*} on, then I hopped in a Aston Every check I cash in, bigger than the last one Met a new freak, she thicker than the last one Nah, I don't love her homey, music is my passion I don't show compassion and all I do {*censored*} Bitches be yellin I'm the shit even when nobody's askin Boy I'm on fire like the {*censored*} at the {*censored*} Inn That's why I stay so gone player Fuckin {*censored*} in the ozone layer I drop a hit everytime I got some shit to say And if I miss I come back like a ricochet