Timbaland

Bringin' it [ft. Troy Mitchell]

Timbaland


Bringin' it

featuring Troy Mitchell 

What 
Yo yo yo yo yo yo 
Ha ha 
It ain't over baby 
It dont stop like dat dat dat datdat dat 
Wah kump 
Dat datdat dat 
Wah kump  wah kump 
Dat dat dat datdat dat 
Wah kump 
Come on 

One question: 
Who be the thug that yall love most? 
Or give a toast to this freestyle drug dose 
The thug muscle 
So whistle if you hear clear 
Gon' get you close and yous a dead man like last year 
See most fear 
The marvelous, alias 
You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushed 
These slugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed 
I stomp dogs and leave em froze because you know you fronted 
Too many MC's not clearly on this hype tip 
I'll fuck yo mic and catch you later on some snipe shit 
extended clips I represent because my thugs trip 
Easy boy, I'm stompin corners where them drugs flip 
Ali Baba snakin lakin trustin north shit 
You catch a grip or leave a don to climb the night hits 
It's mob official 
You test I'll leave you knock-knissued 
Bandaged up like a snitch cuz I ain't fuckin with you 
Straight up, we bringin' it 

What y'all, huh huh, V-A 
Know about this 
What y'all in Hampton, huh huh 
Know about this 
What y'all in p-town 
Know about this 
What y'All in Hoviay 
Know about this 

Check it out 
I'm ya p-town hit man 
I'll make ya shit man 
Pay my stick man to do my dirt 
I'm filthy rich man 
My thugs always hang around the top dog of all dogs 
Make em pick locks and spit glocks until you shit rocks 
I told you that I'm project strong 
You took me wrong and learned that thorough cats don't last long 
Alias the Don 
I leave it messy like I'm Joseph Pesci 
don't fuck around, you ever test me and you'll have to wet me 
I'm ghetto fabulous 
the mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed 
When there's dirt involved, niggas leave the mouth closed to hush 
I rush club scenes like, "What?" 
Always carryin the bust 
The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain't had enough 
I hate to peel ya cabbage back, or bitch-slap 
Cuz otherwise you wouldn't quit that, to kidnap 
So what I'm sayin is, everybody's real within the game 
Alias be the fame, so you don't know my name, NIGGA WHAT 

What y'all V-A 
know about this 
What y'all in Hampton, what 
Know about this 
What y'all in Nomo 
Know about this 
What y'll in Chesapeake 
Know about this 
Bring it boy 

See I told y'all motherfuckers that my clique roll deep 
AK's and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps 
44's and Calico, Pretty Ricky and Low 
Thugs know 
The real on how I let shit go 
But if it's real, my niggas hold a forty and fill 
Mass grills, body armor, niggas trained to kill 
I'm at the point of no return, so I let shells spill 
Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chill 
And Killa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin that steel 
Shit's for real, my nigga P and Mike might peel 
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother love the ghetto tugs 
and set on top of niggas what let's straight wet the party up 
ESP was in the cut my rootin black, pull it up 
Is that enough? 
Y'all niggas still fail to call my bluff? 
And yet I told you, when left back cain't nobody knows you 
I suppose you 
Woulda kept your mouth closed like I told you 

What y'all in V-A 
Know about this- I told you 
What y'all in Nomo, what 
Know about this, what