That sh*t Ain’t Gonna Work lyrics

by

Timbaland


(old guy)
Didn't I tell you fo' I left here, don't fool no guitar
And the sh*t be just tearin me up

Ah, oh
Come on, oh
You bout to witness here, a little chip on my shoulder
Tim & Maganoo

(Timbaland)
Everyone know I'm a beast when it comes to these beats you can copy me but
n*gga (That sh*t ain't gone work)
You can sample my drum kicks & my snare, make yo beat & it compares
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
You can borrow my MP even hire Jimmy D to engineer for you
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
You can get to CD to Bill if you get any kinda deal still
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
I been makin that fire before some of you was alive check the archive
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
Forget it if I did a beat & let it come out wit yo name on the credits
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
I'm proper nobody can stop a n*gga pull yo gun & pop a n*gga I promise
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
If you get a famous feature on yo song ain't nobody gone sing-a-long
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
(CHORUS)
Before y'all suckaz count me out, Before y'all suckaz count
n*gga I'm a problem, And still can't be figured out
Before you come out yo mouth, Before you come out yo mouth
n*gga I'm a problem

(Timbaland)
Now let me shoot you some game, Don't be tryna use my name to get you some fame
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
Get you two or three platinum chains, Big body Benz on thangs ain't gone be the same
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
I'm tired of folks takin me for a joke, I'm bout to get my duct tape & my rope
Don't be surprised if somebody get choked
I'm a problem I told you before, I just couldn't hold it no more now you know
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
Keep on playin them games, we gone start sprayin them thangs
We ain't comin to complain somebody gone get hurt
I shouldn't have to say it again, But I will case you couldn't comprehend
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
I hate to repeat myself, you look like you need a lil' help but even when you get it
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
You can holla & kick up dirt, Get crunk & pull off yo shirt, you don't scare me
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)

(CHORUS)
(Magoo)
You can pay a hooker money put a gun to her head for the pus*y but
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
You can take a time machine to my past kill my mom before my birth
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
If you know I'm finna kill ya get the F-B-I for protection
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
Get a face job, that'll make you look like me but you can't write like me
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
Get an application for a job, payin you to breathe, you best believe
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
Get a white wife, join a country club, let Fuzzy call you n*gga, n*gga
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
Good face get Mase to baptize you, I don't sympathize with you
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)
Put a gun to my head, Pull the trigger, my last words is f*ck You n*gga
(n*gga, that sh*t ain't gone work)

(CHORUS)
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