What's up Jack?
 [Lil' Man]
 This goes out  uh huh
 It goes out  uh huh
 To all the B Biters  huh? What?
 Timbaland got something to say ya'll
 Check him out
 This is the lil' man speaking right now
 Yo  Timbaland  kick it

 [Timb]
 If it's money to be made  I guess I'm the printer
 If it's ice to be rocked  I guess I'm the winner
 You know my crew  Ginuwine  not the pretender
 One in a million like Aaliyah
 Burn like Gonorrhea, what?
 I beat the beater, snares everywhere
 Cris' like the diamonds in the watch on my wrist
 Audiences growing like a newborn
 You must be on some new and improved
 Lyrically I murder tracks, put two in a crew
 Tell me, who wanna mo'
 Catch me in the studio, what? Doing a do
 Give me 10 minutes, I'll hook you up with joint that's mean
 >From New York, VA to Cali, all points in between

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

 [Lil' Man]
 Can you get it on? (Um hmm)
 Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)
 Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)
 Now point 'em out (Um hmm)

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

 [Timb]
 I'm the top nigga, watch nigga, hot nigga, yo (Yo)
 Shit that I dropped, nonstop nigga, whoa (Whoa)
 Meet the futuristic unpredicted by the psych (Uh huh)
 Either nigga's vibe or they make shit light (Whew)
 Hip to the hop when I came in the do' (What?)
 Missy went platinum then I came in some mo' (What?)
 Aaliyah, then Ginuwine, Mag and two O's (Uh huh)
 Outside production on Coko and Total
 Fugitive wanna buy the man for real
 Got warrrents beats and program to kill
 Timbaland nigga, and I'm Ill
 Don't believe me? Take the back of your hand and feel

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

 [Lil' Man]
 Can I get it on? (Um hmm)
 Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)
 Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)
 Now point 'em out, yeah (Um hmm)

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

 [Bassey]
 I come sweeter than a two seater Benz
 Have your pockets wide open, have you spendin' on friends
 It never ends, expensive indeed
 Without the C's, lavish habits love the carats
 Nigga's with mad weaves
 Spendin' money ain't nuthin'
 Nigga's who style frontin'
 And then pretend ya gettin' old
 Nigga, we let you know, diamond district
 Platinum Rolex's with the chips in it
 Money to burn, nigga when will you learn
 It's automatic, now I realize I gotta have
 Lifestyles of the rich, that fly assed bitch
 There's a track to be ripped, I got the hot shit
 Check the whip, I'm banging from my land to my six
 Had you screamin' at the show saying Bassey's a hit
 I got the gift and nigga's know I'm ready for this
 Eyes closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the kiss

 [Timb & Lil' Man]
 And I told ya'll we won't miss, what?

 [Lil Man]
 Did she get it on? (Um hmm)
 Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)
 Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)
 Now point 'em out (Um hmm)
 Point 'em out, what?

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

 Can I get it on? (Um hmm)
 Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)
 Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)
 Now point 'em out, uh (Um hmm)

 Can he get it on? (Um hmm)
 Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)
 Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)
 Now point 'em out nigga (Um hmm)
 Now point 'em out, what?

 Now let's ride, yeah boo

 Yo, Timbaland
 People don't understand how you do these beats, yo
 Ha, even I don't understand
 You know people always tryin' to bite you
 And made stuff like you
 You da man right now
 I ain't mad at cha
 Play on playa