Symphony ( (Featuring Attitude, Bran' Nu & D.O.E.)

Ay, 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 Timb about

Ferrari 599, windows tinted out

I'm the man, my beats is crazy

You want my sounds, you gotta pay me

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

But you got a long walk tryna fit Timbaland's shoes

And next up (I believe that's me)

Ay, what's your name? (D.O.E. on the M-I-C)

And where you from? (NYC, we up in here, G)

Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony?

Okay, okay, when you see me rollin' through, 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 ****, and then I told her, "Merci beaucoup"

Put it in a bag, nah, baby, I ain't fab

When I **** you, it's a wrap, I'ma put you in a cab

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

With the mags and, uh, and I'm comin' for your stash

When I find out where you at, I'll be shimmyin' your lock

Get the **** up out your bed, you better gimme what you got

Want your **** money, **** money, **** money, **** money

Lyin' like there's no money, gotta go, money

Pockets feelin' drained, and it's back to snatchin' change and I

(Wish a **** 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

Next up (Hey, I believe that's me)

And what's your name? (Bran' Nu AKA Brandy)

And where you from? (Mississippi but was raised in Cali)

Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony?

I got it, I got it, it's been a long time comin', I'm back

Like I forgot something important

Hey, have a problem with me? I fade it to black

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

So you don't want it with me, I'm on the tip of your tongue

Like bubble gum, I got your 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)

Never gonna hold me back, Timba put me on the map

Now you say I wanna act (Bran' Nu)

Just like my Prada boots, struttin' like a model do

Don't you wish you had another (Chance to)

Get up under my skin, frontin' like you get it, it

You keep runnin' your mouths like them broads do

I gotta learn you like a school do

'Cause clearly you don't have a clue

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

And what's your name? (Attitude on the M-I-C)

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

Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony?

Okay, **** poke a ****, never mediocre

Plenty of bread so you know I gotta keep a toaster

On my side, **** ride unless she a Oprah

****, I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur

I get a whole lotta **** like a G supposed to

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

Rap ****, wack, smack 'em if they say you're 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 **** on, then I hopped in the Aston

Every check I cash in bigger than the last one

Met a new freak, she thicker than the last one

Naw, I don't love her, homie, music is my passion

I don't show compassion at all, I ****

**** be yellin' I'm the **** even when nobody's askin'

Boy, I'm on fire like the **** at the **** Inn

That's why I stay so gone, player

**** up the ozone layer

I drop a hit every time I got some **** to say

And if I miss, I come back like a ricochet