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in the 3rd degree
And to the kids you don't wanna be me
I'm up in the mix of action, where niggas wanna kill me
But it's the start of they ending my
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
by the throat

Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence
That's the reason why Eric B is not president
Well what do ya say

Ya see?
out as we got to her suave house
Chopped and screwed, her mouth and sat me on the couch

I said it's gettin' late c'mon give it to me straight
Who's ya
things?
Emerald ring, I chase cheddar mean
Pockets on swole since eighteen years old
Gettin' my dough, cigars are hand-rolled
From Guantanamo,
things?
Emerald ring, I chase cheddar mean
Pockets on swole since eighteen years old
Gettin' my dough, cigars are hand-rolled
From Guantanamo,
off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any
could do whatever, that's no lie
Gotta make it to gettin bigger makin me wanna slide 
Up under my apple tree, better yet you on top of me
Switch it
whatever, that's no lie
Gotta make it to gettin' bigger makin' me wanna slide
Up under my apple tree, better yet you on top of me
Switch it over let me
That body could do whatever, thats no lie
Gotta make it to gettin bigger makin me wanna slide 
Up under my apple tree, better yet you on top of me
Ether tonight
But we ain't beefin' tonight
That's history
So now when you mention me
Say I'm a mystery
Like six degrees or the seven hills of Sicily
I
off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any
off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any
rock this
Fresh Ferrari in a drop six
Fro's
Yo talkin about the dough on his clothes
Glaze is crushed up pokin on rolls yo
Oh yeah and maybe gettin
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
and do this and that
Timbaland, where you live at?
VA baby, believe that

Ah-yo, ah-yo
Now I'm rich, I once was poor
If you're late with my dough
[Jadakiss]
Hey yo, I woke up in a daze wit' the slight headache.
You know the usual, the studio gettin' red late.
Serious jet lag when I get
I'm the man, that they call Timbaland
Now he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird, understand?
We gon' party, until the sun comes up
Bartender, you forgot to fill
to cry
That body could do whatever, that's no lie
Gotta make it to gettin bigger makin me want to slide 

Up under my apple tree, better yet you on top
to cry
That body could do whatever, that's no lie
Gotta make it to gettin bigger makin me want to slide 
Up under my apple tree, better yet you on top
we gone see what it is 

What you in for  everything under the sun 
Recently  got me first degree wit a hot gun 
That's my third strike  so Xzibit
been your head
Now what if that there victim was me?
Gettin robbed by these niggas that we
used to be
Id be muthafuckin dead!

Chorus

Verse 2:
You know
I'm the man, that they call Timbaland
Now he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird, understand?
We gon' party, until the sun comes up
Bartender, you forgot to fill
cant hate to see a black man, and I don't hate to see a black hand
Crawlin into that cookie jar koz theres plenty of dough up in that man
When your
I'm the man, that they call Timbaland
Now he the bir-ba-bir-ba-bird, understand?
We gon' party, until the sun comes up
Bartender, you forgot to fill