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Tim Version The Shit Rock

[Fabolous talking before first verse] Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh [Verse 1] Rollin, gold

you ain't did shit I had done said worst Flip your fitted cap back like Fred Durst Uh, Fiji water OG kush, yeah, I drink verses and eat hooks Got the

want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt} Since they wanna know [2nd verse] Four niggas in a whip All foes say they ain't fucking with Trice shit

stop [Tim] Say what? [Nas] Play your parts [Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop [Nas] Nas Esco' [Tim] Say what? Huh, uh-huh [Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop [Tim]

't help it Just stay where you bowin' down Some more you can't get these pounds Unless you gone smoke it now If not I suggest you pack yo shit up And

shit'll get real Automatics an' extended clips, that's what I'm hittin' wit' Dummies in the black rhinos, yeah, they be killin' shit Masked up, kidnap shit

and I Bombshell, other bitches is true lies I'ma keep it simple, rock how I'm meant to Pretty with the heels on or shitty with the Tim boots Do it how

it to you live after dark Ask the psychic friends, the rhymin-ass cypher with the blends Kings of many men, ancient wisdom, sizzles in Got a whole crew of girls bent you raped bell bottom tim

Tim] It don't stop [Nas] Can't stop [Tim] Say what? [Nas] Play your parts [Tim] Uh-huh, it don't stop [Nas] Nas Esco' [Tim] Say what? Huh, uh-huh [Tim