Best Club - Timbaland

Beat club
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Yo who wanna wreck you with the iller thug super killer thug
You know that thug that's used to doing it out the dub
I go Shaft on n***as don't make me have to call my killers
Staff on n***as get bloodbaths for all you n***as
Yo I ain't tryna talk s**t straight up I walk this s**t
I'm used to bossing s**t and offing clips
See hood is around my way they talk often quick
To us you spit and leave that n***a coffin s**t
See we gang we never bought it in the streets I slang
Peeps I train to hustle get it take out names
Let me bang and spread it all around the project blocks
I'm sick with Glocks now b***hes get ridiculous jocks
Now thug filthy n***as walking through your club with blunts
Grill with fronts keep Henny on the spill for months
I get trucks from the b***hes and the n***as I crush
And figure the last n***as that f**k with us
Get up in some beef n***as end up with a screw face
And they all getting life
We can be enemies after f**king your wife or running train on 'em
Piss on a slut let it rain on 'em
But I'd rather put my brain on 'em
Look at the b***h she got a frame on 'em
Mag hit it then came on 'em
Alias if you with me you ride
Get in the back of the Lex' and be out of your tux
Label me alias from my respects to crack this case
I'm past being berserk n***a look at my face
I got an ill way of showing my pain
F**k talking how I'm hurt Mag take out his brain
I'm going insane and y'all n***as hating my thang
Mag the illest n***a spitting f**k the simple and plain
Sin the reason why rap ain't gon' be the same
First n***as speak my name off with his brain
Put the heat to his back clap his lungs collapse
If I would sell six plat' I'm done with rap
How many y'all gotta touch then found out Sin's too much
Uncut can't touch
Up North drawers off snitch a*s n***a
Now I'm hanging with superstars and f**kin them in the cocktail room
After the nutting sweep 'em out with the broom
Mag ghetto as ever but mo' cheddar
Used to smoke dub sacks now just pound
But I got a sweet tooth for crime but never kill
I run with steel stay in the house put my d**k up in Jill
Popping using the pill never did it before
I wanna see how it feel when you f**k with my skill
I make a mil' p***y much fine in weather
Fam's wiping they tongues a little
Mag run for the street or for the block
Brand new cribs still dissing the pot
Some bums take change see
Neighbors looking at Mag strangely
Find they self hanging from a tree
But I'm a real life gleeful
Alias is next but that n***a ain't diesel
Yo I used to keep it on the low when I was younger
But now I'm big boss in the game come let me show you something
And women don't know when to slow slide
I keep them hookers holding my fort and keep a low vibe
I heard the feds hate me cause I'm so live
Even Magoo got a watch I ain't dumb
Ain't no familiars in this place where I'm slinging it from
Or any kind of weight that make my dough flow straight
Cause I'm oh so great real thugs no fake
That's why they down to play me on radio stations and rotations
Thugs hate everything I stand fo' throw hands fo'
Make plans fo' roll on yo' camp fo'
Laid back in the same colored Escalade
Run over rappers that test the brake
Leave you under the jeep and test your faith
Put it in reverse and crush your face
Go to court tell the judge f**k the case
Go to jail no bail cut your face
Get it right n***a you dealing with apes
I came for the safe now show me the cake uhh
Listen as soon I'm on the show you struggle in raps
Anticipate nickel plates man right where you sat
Like a panel n***a under your shirt picture that
How your child's gonna burp when you losing your lap
Hey I'm bringing the shade don't floss in the day
N***as think they so cold like they jewelry okay
I'm hitting h*es responding like you charming the dame
Cracking up like d**n which one of y'all paid
A pretty boy got hookers thinking that the blows don't trade
That's the day that the curls slide under the braid
I'll give you something sharp to raise that line in your fade
Different ligaments torn for every round that's sprayed
Putting h*es into groups and spitting them up like Jake