Ay, I was mean
Before I became a feen
I took over the world
When they gave me a beat machine
And then I made my city jump, jump
Who´s your favorite producer?
Come on baby, let it bump, bump
I´m like a music cyclone when I´m in the zone
A typhoon every time I can hold a song
A tycoon, I just went and brought another home
Who you stunting on? I´m never off
I set it off like you was never home
Was dedicated, bop bop
Lit up my way, bounce bounce
Anyway I want, private jet, get it out
Will bread do? You know what Tim about?
Ferrari 599, windows tinted out
I, I, I´m the man, my, my beats is crazy
You want the sound, freaky freaky you gotta pay me
But don´t get it confused
Never had no silver spoon
But you gotta long walk
Try and fit Timbaland´s shoes
And next up

[D.O.E (Timbaland):]
I´m a lead that´s me (ay, what´s your name?)
D.O.E on the M.I.C (and where you from?)
N.Y.C, make a billion G

[Timbaland (D.O.E):]
Why don´t you get on the mic
For the symphony (Okay, okay)

[D.O.E:]
When you see me walk through, got the whole crew
Timbaland, he produced, if you´re a fruit, produce
Riding it in the old school
Living like I´m old school
She french kissed my neck
And then I told her merci voux cou
Put it in your bag, no baby I ain´t fat
When I fuck you it´s a wrap
I´m a put you in the cab
Better be happy I rap
If I wasn´t I´d be trapped with the mass
And I, and I´m coming for your stash
When I find out where you at
I´ll be shimmying your lock
Get the fuck up out your bed
You better give me what you got
Want your money, money, money, money
Blind like there´s no money, oh gotta go money
And his pocket´s fully drained
And he´s back to nothing change

[Timbaland:]
And I´d wish he´d come run up on me
He gone find that he´d done made the wrong move

[D.O.E:]
I ain´t changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name
I´m from north side queens
Next up

[Bran´Nu (D.O.E):]
Ha, ay yo, believe that´s me
(And what´s your name?) Bran´Nu A.K.A Brandy
(And where you from?) Mississippi
But was raised in Cali

[D.O.E (Bran´Nu):]
Why don´t you get on the mic
For the symphony (I got it, I got it ha)

[Bran´Nu:]
It´s been a long time coming, I´m back
Like I forgot something important
Hey, have a problem with me?
I´ve faded to black like church slacks
Now I´m in a range, no Cadillac
So you don´t want it with me
I´m on the tip of your tongue like bubble gum
I got you head strung
It´s my return like the kingdom come
I´m taking off like a rocket
I got this beat in my pocket
I keep your heart dropping (Bran´Nu)
Never gonna hold me back
Timbo put me on the map
Now you wanna say I act brand new
Just like my Pradda boots
Strutting like a model do
Don´t you wish you had another chance to
Get up under my skin
Fronting like you getting in it
You keep running your mouth like them frogs do
I gotta learn, you like a school dude
Cause clearly you don´t have a clue
So next up

[Attitude (Bran´Nu):]
Yeah, ay yo believe that´s me
(And what´s your name?) Attitude on the M.I.C
(And where you from?) Alabama be the bigger G

[Bran´Nu (Attitude):]
And why don´t you get on the mic
For the symphony (okay)

[Attitude:]
All this dope shit never mediocre
Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toaster
On my side, pride leashing, it´s over
Come to fly to drive, I´m a need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of, like a G´s supposed to
They can put me in the fed for what´s in my sofa
Rap, wait, smack ´em if they say a part
Diss me, I´ll put the ratchet
On you and your fading heart
I know that man never thought that it could happen
Got my shit on and then I hoped in the Aspen
Every chick I cash in, bigger pain in the ass and
Better new freak, she thicker then the last one
Naw I ain´t never homie, music is my passion
I ain´t show compassion at all, I be fucking
Yelling I´m the shit, if you with nobody´s asking
Oh I´m on fire like the shit in the ass man
That´s why I stay soaked on player
Like how we are fucking up the ozone layer
I drop a hit every time I got some shit to say
And If I miss I come back like a ricochet