Don't Make Me Take It There Lyrics - Under Construction Part Ii - Timbaland

Yau 

They still won't give me my props 

Now I'm pissed off 

Y'all will see the other side of me 

Come on 

Like this 

I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be 

If a nigga didn't make his entry 

Niggaz would be making them same ol' beats 

Waiting on my arrivlary 

Y'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate me 

Instead of always comparin' me 

If I hear one more remark about me 

I guess I gotta ride on my enemies 

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Oho oho oho oho 

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there 

Oho oho oho oho 

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there 

Oho oho oho oho 

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there 

Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga 

What the fuck would the music be, if it wasn't for Timothy 

When the game is feverish, then I create the remedies 

And crumble leads until I'm buzz and I'm laxed 

And them hoes show me love in every club that I'm at 

For every hood got' get back, what another nigga envy 

But I swear I ain't no killer, but y'all niggaz 'bout to tempt me 

To the point there the barrels empty until you gon' recent me 

When Morpheus missing the desert of the real he meant me 

Like a monster I am simply, do the records into three 

Let my music not really be confused with anybody 

'cause there's something like Mister Mohammed Ali in his prime 

then I float like a butterfly and sting with the rhyme 

and the mic happens ring with the nine 

if it's drama let these niggaz tryin' to bring to my mind 

I seem to remind that Thomas Crown is spoke 

and if you don't love it you can shove a dick down your throat 

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I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be 

If a nigga didn't make his entry 

Niggaz would be making them same ol' beats 

Waiting on my arrivlary 

Y'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate me 

Instead of always comparin' me 

If I hear one more remark about me 

I guess I gotta ride on my enemies 

Oho oho oho oho 

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there 

Oho oho oho oho 

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there 

Oho oho oho oho 

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there 

Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga 

Look at my eyes nigga, wakin' up early in the morning to the sun rise nigga 

Momma yelling rise nigga get up out that bed snoarin' 

if you want it go get it fuck havin' to beg for it 

Even if you gotta break your neck I'm a releg for it 

I said listen to behind a hot roller bread for it 

Contemplating know how to work my math and bred story 

I don't work my fingers to the bone until they bled storin' 

So you can say that I'm a giant a preacher of habit 

walking over these watches squaking the reach in the head with 

niggaz watching me go free not just a week in my marriage 

with the game in the cabbage with my name and my status 

but I remain as the baddest motherfucker 's established 

and I 'm still at it grounding that Hennessey straight popping that still mad at 

Down at my enemies' face and you're like a kill habit 

In front of my enemies' face I shit like a steal rabbit 

To show I'm his real static and hold me ideal at it 

With my poker face until I at least make a mil at it 

At least make a meal love it I'm hungry and still clutch it 

All for that mil ticket outta that steal lovin' 

Well I was riding 95 to Virginia the other day 

And I thought to myself ain't this where Timbaland used to stay 

I heard he moved to New York City but he work in Miami 

Only time he back round here is when he visit his granny 

Now ain't it funny how the money make a man change 

But shit Timmy I don't think he changed a damn things 

'xcept the rap game and bust the track game 

shit he be gobbeling the grammies like he pac-man 

can you get with that man let's gone take it back to the roots 

before them backpacking rappers with them hoodies and boots 

before Sam Goddie and MTV 

before these killers and these hundred dollar billars feeling making MC 

before the white rap explosion before the corrosion 

when we was just getting started and them doo's wouldn't open 

it was people like Timmy who was kickin' them in 

shit whatcha cookin' in that kitchen again 

some shit like that 

I'm thinking 'bout what the music game might be 

If a nigga didn't make his entry 

Niggaz would be making them same ol' beats 

Waiting on my arrivlary 

Y'all niggaz gonna learn to appreciate me 

Instead of always comparin' me 

If I hear one more remark about me 

I guess I gotta ride on my enemies 

Oho oho oho oho 

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there 

Oho oho oho oho 

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there 

Oho oho oho oho 

Oho oho oho oho - Don't make me take it there 

Oho oho oho oho - What I will nigga