(feat. 1 Life 2 Live, Lil' Man)    [Timbaland]  C'mon ah what? Ah, what?  C'mon, ah, what? Ah, what?  C'mon, c'mon, ah, what?   Ah, 1 Life 2 Live, what?  Ah, what?    [1 Life]  Live, huh? Yeah  Y'all cats ain't ready, I'm just too much  When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too much  If I ain't known you twenty years, I don't trust you much  Roll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers, yeah  I don't care if they crackin' down  I'mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns  I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds  And I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns    [Babe Blue]  Smash you down, patch you down  We take yo guns and we blast yo' round  Pass the crown to the new female king  This is real dog, you nuthin' but a Lee Nail thing    [1 Life]  Like the end of the world  We put it all to a stop and  Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock  And you go against us and you all gonna flop  When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop    [All]  [1] - Can't nobody do it like we do  (What what what what what)  Can't nobody do it like we do  (What what what what)  Can't nobody do it like we do  (What what what what what)  Can't nobody do it like y'all do  (What what what what)    When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds  This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds  Since some of you people's houses I be cruisin' around  Slow it down cuz I think that I'm losing you now  For those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stop  Cuz the union is in here, toast it up  When they shoot you suppose to duck  Look at them by the bar posing drunk  (Say what?)    [Babe Blue]  We don't care who we toast in here  We get you for how much you gross this year  You not a punk, you suppose to fear  Better not come out until the coast is clear    [1 Life]  Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast  But even without this rap game I still have cash  My mommy wears a money wiz, I'm trickin' buying Vickey Secret  Just to cover her punani hair    [Repeat 1]    [Lil' Man]  Uh oh, you didn't think I was coming  My people can't stand for the little man  To rock without or with bad  I can determine what chu gon' do  Are ya gon' play it? Are ya gon' move?  The party ain't gon' start if ya don't dance  I don't care if you leave, but you still be my man  I don't get mad over silly pettyness  I say to hell with it, say oh well with it  Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet  Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique  His Beats are like Sean Archer and Caster Troy  Ya need the same identity to find how he soars  He's the wicked man, the wicked just begun  Call him Timbaland the resurrection  Clear-ese  Don't try to hide from ya fear  Clear-ese  Don't ya hear the set got in ya ear?  Clear-ese  This is the love man you're talking to  Clear-ese  His beats are dope, I try to tell you  Can't nobody see us in the nine eight  Or the nine nine  (Freaky freaky)  You're late  (Freaky) You're late  (Freaky) You're late  (Hey girls and guys)  You're late    [Repeat 1]  [Repeat 1]    Like y'all, the public  Is y'all the public  Ya do it so well  This goes out to y'all  Quiet Storm, Z-man  1 Life 2 Live  Little Man  Wanna thank y'all  For makin' us  Who we are today