Symphony lyrics

[Intro: Timbaland]
Go Timothy (Go Timothy)

[Verse 1: Timbaland]
Hey! 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 Tim about
Ferrari 5-99, windows tinted out
I-I-I'm the man, m-my beats is crazy
You want my sounds? Frikki you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused, never had no silver spoon
But you got a long walk, tryin' to fit Timbaland's shoes

[Chorus 1: Timbaland & D.O.E.]
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? N-Y-C, we up in here G
Why don'tcha get on the mic for the Symphony?
[Verse 2: D.O.E.]
Okay, okay
When you see me roll through (yup) 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 di*k and then I told her "Merci beaucoup"
(Put it in the bag) Nah, baby, I ain't Fab
When I f*cked you, it's a wrap, I'mma put you in the cab
Better be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the mags
And I'm and I'm coming for your stash
When I find out where you at, I'll be (Shimmyin' your lock)
Get the f*ck up out yo bed, you betta (Gimme what you got)
Want yo' blunt money, strip money
di*k money, blow money
Lyin' like there's no money? (Uhh), gotta go money
Pockets feelin' drained, then it's back to snatchin' chains
And I wish a n*gga 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

[Chorus 2: D.O.E. & Brandy]
Next up. Ha! Hey, I believe that's me
And what's yo' name? Bran'Nu a.k.a Brandy
And where you from? Mississippi but was raised in Cali
Why don'tcha get on the mic for the Symphony?
[Verse 3: Brandy]
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 bubblegum, I got yo' 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.. ha, never gonna hold me back
Timbo put me on the map, now you wanna say I act
Bran'Nu.. ha! Just like my Prada boots
Struttin like a model do, don't you wish you had another
Chance to - ha! Get up under my skin
Frontin' like you get it in and you keep runnin' your mouth like them brats do
I gotta learn you like a school do
Cause clearly you don't have a clue

[Chorus 3: Brandy & Attitude]
So next up. Yeah, hey, I believe that's me
And what's yo' name? Attitude on the M-I-C
And where you from? Alabama, we up in here G
Why don'tcha, get on the mic for the Symphony?

[Verse 4: Attitude]
Okay, n*ggas pokin' joke sh*t, I'm never mediocre
Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toaster
On my side b*tch ride unless she a Oprah
b*tch, I'm too fly to drive, I'mma need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of hoes like a G supposed ta
They could put me in the fed for what's in my sofa
Rap n*ggas wack, smack 'em if they say your 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 sh*t on, then I hopped in a Aston
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 I'll be f*cking
b*tch be yellin' I'm the sh*t even when nobody's askin'
Boy I'm on fire like the sh*t in the ass man
That's why I stay so gone player
Like how we are f*cking up the ozone layer
I drop a hit every time I got some sh*t to say
And If I miss I come back like a ricochet