Symphony Lyrics - Attitude

(Timbaland) 

Hey, I was mean(mean) 

Before I became a feen 

I took over the world when they gave me a beep 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 everytime I get on a song 

A tycoon, I just went and brought another home 

Who you stuntin on? 

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

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

Anywhere I want, private jet in and out 

With Bran Nue, 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, 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) 

And 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? 

(D.O.E.) 

Ok, ok when you see me roll through(Yup) 

Got the whole crew Timbaland he produce 

If you a fruit, Produce 

Riding in a old school(pimpen) like I'm poss to 

She french kiss my d*** and then I told her Merci beaucoup 

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

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

Better be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass) 

and I..and I'm coming for your stash 

When I find out where you at I'll be(shimmying ya lock) 

Get the f*** up outta ya baby, you betta(gimme what you got) 

Wit you **** money **** money ****money ****money 

Lying like there's no money(Uhhh) Gotta go money 

Pockets feeling drained then it's back to snatching chains and I 

(Wish a n***a run up on me, he gon find the heat, and make the wrong move) 

I ain't changed, still the same 

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

Next up(Ha, hey I believe that's me) 

And what's ya name(Bran' Nu a.k.a Brandy) 

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

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

(Bran' Nu) 

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 bubble gum 

I got your head sprung 

It's my return(Like the Kingdom Come) 

I'm taking off like a rocket 

I got this beat in my pocket 

I keep your heart droppin(and you...) 

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

Now you wanna say I act(Brand New) 

Just like my Proda boots, struttin like a model do 

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

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

You keep runnin ya mouth like them broads do 

I gotta learn you, like a school do 

Cuz clearly you don't have a clue 

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

And what's ya 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... 

(Attitude) 

Ok, ****(not understandable) 

Never mediocre 

Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toasta 

On my side b***h ride unless she a Oprah 

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

I get a whole lot of h*** like a G supposed ta 

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

Rap **** wack slap em if they say ya hard 

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 a Austan 

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 my B***hs yellin I'm the s***, even when nobodies askin 

Boy I'm on fire like the **** at the ****in 

That's why I stay so gone playa 

F*** *****in up the ozone laya 

I drop a hit everytime I got some s*** to say, 

and if I miss I come back like a richochet 

Lyrics by Fil Tekle a.k.a. Phresh