[Intro: Timbaland]

Go Timothy (Go Timothy)

[Verse 1: Timbaland]

Hey! I was mean... before I became a fiend

I took over the world when they gave me a beat machine

And then I made my city jump (Jump)

It'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 get on a song

A tycoon, I just went and bought another home, who you stuntin' on?

I'm never off, I set it off, and you was never on

What's there to care about? People know my whereabouts

Anywhere I want, private jet, in and out

Whip brand new, you know what Tim about

Ferrari 5-99, windows tinted out

I-I-I'm the man, m-my beats is crazy

You want my sounds? Frikki you gotta pay me

But don't get it confused, never had no silver spoon

But you got a long walk, tryin' to fit Timbaland's shoes

[Chorus 1: Timbaland & D.O.E.]

And next up: I believe that's me

And what's your name? D.O.E. on the M-I-C

And where you from? N-Y-C, we up in here G

Why don'tcha get on the mic for the Symphony?

[Verse 2: D.O.E.]

Okay, okay

When you see me roll through (yup) got the whole crew

Timbaland he produce, if you a fruit, produce

Ridin' in the old school (Pimpin') like I'm 'posed to

She french kiss my dick and then I told her "Merci beaucoup"

(Put it in the bag) Nah, baby, I ain't Fab

When I fucked you, it's a wrap, I'mma put you in the cab

Better be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the mags

And I'm and I'm coming for your stash

When I find out where you at, I'll be (Shimmyin' your lock)

Get the fuck up out yo bed, you betta (Gimme what you got)

Want yo' blunt money, strip money

Dick money, blow money

Lyin' like there's no money? (Uhh), gotta go money

Pockets feelin' drained, then it's back to snatchin' chains

And I wish a nigga run up on me, he gon' find that he done made the wrong move

I ain't changed, still the same

D.O.E. be the name, I'm from Northside Queens

[Chorus 2: D.O.E. & Brandy]

Next up. Ha! Hey, I believe that's me

And what's yo' name? Bran'Nu a.k.a Brandy

And where you from? Mississippi but was raised in Cali

Why don'tcha get on the mic for the Symphony?

[Verse 3: Brandy]

I got it, I got it - ha! It's been a long time comin'

I'm back like I forgot something important

Can't have a problem with me, I fade it to black

Like church slacks now I'm in the Range, no Cadillac

So you don't want it with me

I'm on the tip of your tongue like bubblegum, I got yo' head strung

It's my return like the "Kingdom Come," I'm takin off like a rocket

I got this beat in my pocket, I keep your heart droppin'

And you.. ha, never gonna hold me back

Timbo put me on the map, now you wanna say I act

Bran'Nu.. ha! Just like my Prada boots

Struttin like a model do, don't you wish you had another

Chance to - ha! Get up under my skin

Frontin' like you get it in and you keep runnin' your mouth like them brats do

I gotta learn you like a school do

Cause clearly you don't have a clue

[Chorus 3: Brandy & Attitude]

So next up. Yeah, hey, I believe that's me

And what's yo' name? Attitude on the M-I-C

And where you from? Alabama, we up in here G

Why don'tcha, get on the mic for the Symphony?

[Verse 4: Attitude]

Okay, niggas pokin' joke shit, I'm never mediocre

Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toaster

On my side bitch ride unless she a Oprah

Bitch, I'm too fly to drive, I'mma need a chauffeur

I get a whole lot of hoes like a G supposed ta

They could put me in the fed for what's in my sofa

Rap niggas wack, smack 'em if they say your part

Diss me I'll up the ratchet on you and your A&R

I know they mad, never thought that it could happen

Got my shit on, then I hopped in a Aston

Every check I cash in, bigger than the last one

Met a new freak, she thicker than the last one

Nah, I don't love her homey, music is my passion

I don't show compassion and all I'll be fucking

Bitch be yellin' I'm the shit even when nobody's askin'

Boy I'm on fire like the shit in the ass man

That's why I stay so gone 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