Written’ Rhymes - Timbaland

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Check it out
This is how I want to spit it
I bullshitted in the eighties forbid
I had to get my mind up off the ladies
Like these wordly things
A baby beam and shiny rings
See this is how we do things
When you're f**king with the kings
Of the streets
New York is all respected
But still we keep it hectic
In places where we be wreckin'
Where we from Timbaland VA
See that's my man so understand these things
Three niggas thinking 'bout cream
Me and Magoo
Y'all realize we roll with cru huh
All respect too
That's why your girl ain't lovin' you
We peep the card in the steez
We even got the keys to the bed
Where you rest
Your life is based on stress
So just relax kid
Because my mack days are in the mist
And you ain't got a chance
Like Sharon Stone on the last dance
It's easy past when I'm running with your lady
Ask your boys I'm pushing your Mercedes
So what ni**a
Writtin' rhymes is all that they want to do
Uh huh huh uh huh huh huh
They don't gotta do anything else
They don't gotta do anything else
Uh say what say what say what
If writtin' rhymes is all that they want to do
That they want to do
They don't gotta do anything else
They don't gotta do anything else
They don't gotta nothing else y'all check it
Dig 'em court VD now I'm sick with 'em
Ate a pack of cheese now I just b******t with 'em
Kick 'em ni**a when your down look I got to getcha
Get away with the crime that's the wrong picture
I'm in a zone like a teen on a phone
H I with no V but I stay full blown
Hah yeah yo put nick out the door
You move quick but b**ch yeah you're too slow
Get on your knees like a dog and scratch your fleas
Somebody on the phone want to talk to your
But I got my life and Mary what's the 411
Niggas get shook when I rhyme you best to f**king run
Get out the way cause my recitals suicidal
I'm the rebel when I yell y'all know ask billy idol
Son of a b**ch cause he a son and you's a b**ch
Me die for you girl go dig your own ditch
Writtin' rhymes is all that they want to do
That they want to do
They don't gotta do anything else
They don't gotta do anything else
If writtin' rhymes is all that they want to do
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They don't gotta do anything else
Check it out check it out say what say what
Writtin' rhymes is all that they want to do
Uh huh huh uh huh huh huh
They don't gotta do anything else
They don't gotta do anything else
They don't gotta do
If writtin' rhymes is all that they want to do
They don't gotta do anything else
They don't gotta do anything else
Check it out baby
Hear this beat
It's done by me
I do them ill beats you know what I'm sayin'
People always try to bite me yo
But they can't bit this one
Huh they might try
But you know what
You got to pay a sampling fee if you bite me
Like that
Uh like that
Uh it's the beat uh like that
Ginuwine uh like that
Aaliyah like that
Playa like that
Big rob like that
Big E like that
Of course my man Magoo
And me Timbaland
Jimmy D we out for 97 E
Can't forget my man Elliot
Only one
Check it out baby
The fight just begun we out