[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?
 Uh
 (clapping)
 Say what?
 Thats right
 Thank you  thank you  thank you
 (laughing)Uh right now  Ima bring a special guest in
 He gon' rip it for me  like this  check it out

 [Twista]
 Who am I  Nigga wid tha blunt  steady trippin, sippin on the concoction,
 with tha gun cocktin
 Drum knockin, gotta get off
 Bitches 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
 Ima flow until my belly hurt
 Pimp nigga rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
 Let it ruff, 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 muthafucka 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, bitches, and hustlers
 I get up in the guts homie, never phoney
 Hitta wigga when he run up on me
 Yall muthafuckas still don't know me
 Let em' learn slowly

 [Chorus:]2x
 Who you be?
 Im tha one that stay high
 Center maka up tha party, rockin bodys
 with tha thugga hands up in the sky
 neva 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 wid the ribs stickin through the hood
 Up to no good thats why'd stay they misunderstood
 And Im always in tha mix of some shits
 Scoop a shawty an she thick
 And tha bitch getts grip in them hips
 Putta dick on tha lips top it doggie style, she my homie gal
 So I tricked on that bitch
 Now who you be?
 The one who's on tha dance floor
 Sex gon be one of tha mass hoes
 Freak on a bad hoe
 you's could really wanna flash gold
 Turn a hater to a sass hoe
 Play an ballin up at Cape Town, strippin went down
 Study, tippin off of CDs an Tapes
 Though see niggas see Gs to take
 Run up to tha car, got no thangs
 They got CDs to break, no easy pace
 Who you be?
 The crime cause other obituary an uligy
 Photo stank and yall be who to see
 Only smokin it wid you and me
 Lets go hang out where tha booty be
 I was on sumthin, no frontin
 Yello wide ol' belly in the po funkin
 Grinnin while up in the curb
 Wanna journey for herb
 Always tellin somebody to smoke somethin
 True indeed

 Chorus 2x

 The one thats flowin fluently
 Make yo baby say goo to me
 Whatcha did to her
 Didn't ask why I hit her for
 Cause the game like liturature
 Get it Get it gurl
 I don't know what you was waitin on
 But if you aint wid a partna
 This young monsters a fly guy
 Shake a lil bit of dat body
 We gon party till we sky high
 To my playas an soldiers, shady niggas, 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 yall need ta know me, the one an only
 Pimp slach tingin twista from tha Chi
 Makin compotition die slowly
 Who am I?

 Chorus 2x

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