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 Verse 1: (?????)

 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 fuckin 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 thats my man so understand these things
 Three niggas thinkin bout cream
 Me and Magoo, Ya'll realize we roll with CRU (Huh)
 All respect to, 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 runnin wit your lady
 Ask yo boys, I'm pushin your Mercedes
 So what nigga

 Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo) {Magoo} (TImbaland)

 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){Yeah}
 {They don't gotta nothin else ya'll, Check it

 Verse 2: Magoo
 Dick em, Court VD, Now I'm sick wit em
 Ate a pack of cheese now I just bullshit wit em
 Kick em, Nigga when your down, Look I got to get cha
 Get away wit 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 bitch, yeah your too slow
 Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya 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 ta fuckin run
 Get out the way cause my recitals suicidal
 I'm the rebel when I yell, Ya'll know, Ask Billy Idol
 Son of a bitch cause he a son and yous a bitch
 Me die for you, girl go dick your own bitch

 Chorus: (Timbaland and Magoo) {Magoo} (TImbaland)

 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)
 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)
 (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(That they want to do)
 They don't gotta do anything else (They don't gotta do anything else)
 (Check it out, baby)

 Timbaland:

 Hear dis beat
 It's done by me
 I do them ill beats, Ya 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 samplin if you want to bit 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 M-A-G-OO
 And me Timbaland
 Jimmy D, we out for 97E
 Can't forget my man Elliot
 Only one
 Check it out baby
 The fight just begun we out