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"Who Am I?"

[Timbaland talking:]
Da Da Da Da Da Da
Yes yes yes yes yes yes
It's me again baby, Timbaland
And uh, we doin somethin like dis
Hear da beat?
Say what?
That's right
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Uh right now, Ima bring a special guest in
He gon' rip it for me, like this, check it out
Who am I, N**** wid tha blunt, steady trippin, sippin on the concoction
With tha gun c***tin
Drum knockin, gotta get off
B****es and killas in the front watchin
Flowin with like a finna studda some
Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were
I'm a flow until my belly hurt
Pimp n**** rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it rough, ooh
Feels like anotha one
Who you be? Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice tea
The muthaf***a most likely
To get a tuba with the opposition in my position
I break em off when I give em tha heat
Steady re' for rollin
Bullets body decomposion
I dismember the weak on the Timbaland beat
You remember the beat
Conversation we had
When my adrinallin was rushin
Check yo brakes and knee pads
When the twis to get tha bus in
Bodys gon' get rushed in
I can make em hit tha dance flo
Brothas, b****es, and hustlers
I get up in the guts homie, never phoney
Hitta wigga when he run up on me
Y'all muthaf***as still don't know me
Let em' learn slowly

[Chorus: x2]
Who you be?
I'm the one that stay high
Center make up the party, rockin' bodie
With tha thugga hands up in the sky
Never shy he's fly
Who am I, who you be?
I'm the one's gon' get buck
T-straight from the Chi
Ribal, homosydal, everybody duck
With tha party up and pimp struck
T-N-T now I say who am I
Who you be? Who am I?
The one who's surrounded by the wood
500 with the ribs stickin' through the hood
Up to no good that's why'd stay they misunderstood
And I'm always in the mix of some s***s
Scoop a shawty an she thick
And tha b**** gets grip in them hips
Put a di*k on the lips top it doggie style, she my homie gal
So I tricked on that b****
Now who you be?
The one who's on the dance floor
Sex goin' be one of the ma** hoes
Freak on a bad hoe
You's could really want to flash gold
Turn a hater to a sa** hoe
Play an ballin' up at Cape Town, strippin went down
Study, tippin' off of CD's an Tapes
Though see n****s see Gs to take
Run up to the car, got no things
They got CD's to break, no easy pace
Who you be?
The crime cause other obituary an uligy
Photo stank and y'all be who to see
Only smokin' it with you and me
Lets go hang out where the booty be
I was on sumthin, no frontin'
Yello wide ol' belly in the po funkin'
Grinnin while up in the curb
Want to journey for herb
Always tellin' somebody to smoke somethin'
True indeed

[Chorus: x2]
The one that's flowin' fluently
Make yo baby say goo to me
What you did to her
Didn't ask why I hit her for
'Cause the game like literature
Get it Get it girl
I don't know what you was waitin' on
But if you ain't with a partner
This young monsters a fly guy
Shake a lil' bit of that body
We goin' party till we sky high
To my players an soldiers, shady n****s, young thugs and strap hoes
Pimps strikin' fees and red bones
Ghetto fees and Gs an MC's for the rifols
The one that be kickin' off air time
From sunrise ta bedtime
All of y'all need ta know me, the one an only
Pimp slap tingin' twista from the Chi
Makin' competition die slowly
Who am I?

[Chorus: x2]
Ha ha ha ha
Y'all didn't think that I would do it again twice did ya
Ha ha
I do it like that, I put it down
For the 98 or TNT
Thing ya know what I'm sayin'
Timbaland and Twista
Y'all fools couldn't recognize could ya?
I put it down for all parts of the area
We out

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