Who Am I

Da da da da da da
Yes yes yes yes yes yes
It's me again baby, Timbaland
And uh, we doin' somethin' like dis
Hear da beat?
Uh
Say what?
That's right
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Uh right now, Ima bring a special guest in
He gon' rip it for me, like this, check it out

Who am I, nigga wid tha blunt, steady trippin',
Sippin' on the concoction,
With tha gun cocktin'
Drum knockin', gotta get off
Bitches and killas in the front watchin'
Flowin' with like a finna studda some
Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were
I'ma flow until my belly hurt
Pimp nigga rockin' on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh
Feels like anotha' one
Who you be? Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon in my ice tea
The muthafucka' most likely
To get a tuba with the opposition in my position
I break em off when I give em tha heat
Steady re' for rollin'
Bullets body decomposition
I dismember the weak on the Timbaland beat
You remember the beat
Conversation we had
When my adrenaline was rushin'
Check yo brakes and knee pads
When the twis to get tha bus in
Body's gon' get rushed in
I can make em hit tha dance flo'
Brothas, bitches, and hustlers
I get up in the guts homie, never phoney
Hitta wigga when he run up on me
Y'all muthafuckas still don't know me
Let em' learn slowly

[Chorus: x2]
Who you be?
I'm tha one that stay high
Center maka up tha party, rockin' body's
With tha thugga hands up in the sky
Neva shy he's fly
Who am I, who you be?
I'm the one's gon' get buck
T-straight from the Chi
Ribal, homicidal, everybody duck
With tha party up and pimp struck
T-N-T now I say who am I

Who you be? Who am I?
The one who's surrounded by the wood
500 wid the ribs stickin' through the hood
Up to no good thats why'd stay they misunderstood
And I'm always in tha mix of some shits
Scoop a shawty an she thick
And tha bitch getts grip in them hips
Putta dick on tha lips top it doggie style, she my homie gal
So I tricked on that bitch
Now who you be?
The one who's on tha dance floor
Sex gon' be one of tha mass hoes
Freak on a bad hoe
You's could really wanna flash gold
Turn a hater to a sass hoe
Play an ballin' up at Cape Town, strippin' went down
Study, tippin' off of CDs an Tapes
Though see niggas see Gs to take
Run up to tha car, got no thangs
They got CDs to break, no easy pace
Who you be?
The crime cause other obituary an uligy
Photo stank and y'all be who to see
Only smokin' it wid you and me
Lets go hang out where tha booty be
I was on sumthin', no frontin'
Yello' wide ol' belly in the po funkin'
Grinnin' while up in the curb
Wanna journey for herb
Always tellin' somebody to smoke somethin'
True indeed

[Chorus: x2

The one thats flowin fluently
Make yo baby say goo to me
Whatcha did to her
Didn't ask why I hit her for
Cause the game like literature
Get it Get it girl
I don't know what you was waitin on
But if you aint wid a partna
This young monsters a fly guy
Shake a lil' bit of dat body
We gon' party till we sky high
To my playas an soldiers, shady niggas,
Young thugs and strap hoes,
Pimps strikin' fees and red bones
Ghetto fees and Gs an MC's for the rifols
The one that be kickin' off air time
From sunrise ta bedtime
All of y'all need ta know me, the one an only
Pimp slach tingin' twista from tha Chi
Makin' competition die slowly
Who am I?

[Chorus: x2]

Ha ha ha ha
Y'all didn't think that I would do it again twice did ya
Ha ha
I do it like that, I put it down
For tha ninety eight or T N T
Thang ya know what I'm sayin'
Timbaland and Twista
Y'all fools couldn't recognize could ya?
I put it down for all parts of the area
We out