[mad skillz]
Yo, yo, I spit six of rap figures, get your (shit) together
Require some (shit) to stitch your lips together
My click stick together, mic rip together
Move no bricks or I make hits to flip my cheddar
No chicks for you and your man? yall trick together
Yall fools flow? yall cats gonna brick together
I do a song with a whole group they getting lit together
Pop your snotbox son, move and stick, youd better
Nextel cellphone cb, chips together
In a telly with two chicks that like to lick together
He talking slick? hell skip when I get the beretta
Hope he wearing red, cause tonight, he might leave redder
Im about to send a fix thatll split your sweater
Crying bout that trick trying to pull a vick, you deader
Your chick looking at my (dick) pushing her (tits) together
Got you and the head of your label watch yall slit your wrists together
Yall wanna battle? yall cats are getting ripped together
In a draft me and my better half get picked together
Your girl will get got, I aint got to sweat her
Cause see I hop out a coupe, duke, while you hop out of jettas
She wanted to see it, so guess what (nigga) I let her!
Now sister want to stretch me to and I just met her
Hit em both now them hoes is throwing fits together
Turn them (bitches) to foes, they wont even sit together
Me and you on the same record and we spit together?
And I dont make you look bad? you sound sick, son, never
Timbaland, thats my man, we make hits together
You and your producer, yall cats miss together
Aim low, extra clips just to leave you wetter
Had the doctors mending your (motherf*cking) hips together
Thats your clique? yall cats think you look slick together?
Yall look gay, yall probably piss and (shit) together
Pop your brother, you and your mother reminice together
See the preacher how your family used to fish together
He might come back if yall just wish together
He wont, go upstairs and take a ( ) of his letter
Haters trying to swiss cheese me, Im like "whatever"
Thats like skydiving son, trying to grip a feather
Me and my flow? were about to get rich together
You and yours need to change our f-ing pitch together
Yall the type rap cats that snitch together
F around, get thrown down in a ditch together
Oh, now yall cats want to pop (shit) together?
My clique in here you can get drop kicked together
Slip mickeys, have rappers getting sick together
Break fools like a couple of soup kids together
Mad skillz and va, we on your list together
Yall sick, Im gonna be sick with this forever, what?
[timbaland]
I told yall that we dont stop
Thats right baby, timbaland, mad skillz, uh
Feel us, feel us
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[mad skillz]
Yo, yo, I spit six of rap figures, get your (shit) together
Require some (shit) to stitch your lips together
My click stick together, mic rip together
Move no bricks or I make hits to flip my cheddar
No chicks for you and your man? yall trick together
Yall fools flow? yall cats gonna brick together
I do a song with a whole group they getting lit together
Pop your snotbox son, move and stick, youd better
Nextel cellphone cb, chips together
In a telly with two chicks that like to lick together
He talking slick? hell skip when I get the beretta
Hope he wearing red, cause tonight, he might leave redder
Im about to send a fix thatll split your sweater
Crying bout that trick trying to pull a vick, you deader
Your chick looking at my (dick) pushing her (tits) together
Got you and the head of your label watch yall slit your wrists together
Yall wanna battle? yall cats are getting ripped together
In a draft me and my better half get picked together
Your girl will get got, I aint got to sweat her
Cause see I hop out a coupe, duke, while you hop out of jettas
She wanted to see it, so guess what (nigga) I let her!
Now sister want to stretch me to and I just met her
Hit em both now them hoes is throwing fits together
Turn them (bitches) to foes, they wont even sit together
Me and you on the same record and we spit together?
And I dont make you look bad? you sound sick, son, never
Timbaland, thats my man, we make hits together
You and your producer, yall cats miss together
Aim low, extra clips just to leave you wetter
Had the doctors mending your (motherf*cking) hips together
Thats your clique? yall cats think you look slick together?
Yall look gay, yall probably piss and (shit) together
Pop your brother, you and your mother reminice together
See the preacher how your family used to fish together
He might come back if yall just wish together
He wont, go upstairs and take a ( ) of his letter
Haters trying to swiss cheese me, Im like "whatever"
Thats like skydiving son, trying to grip a feather
Me and my flow? were about to get rich together
You and yours need to change our f-ing pitch together
Yall the type rap cats that snitch together
F around, get thrown down in a ditch together
Oh, now yall cats want to pop (shit) together?
My clique in here you can get drop kicked together
Slip mickeys, have rappers getting sick together
Break fools like a couple of soup kids together
Mad skillz and va, we on your list together
Yall sick, Im gonna be sick with this forever, what?
[timbaland]
I told yall that we dont stop
Thats right baby, timbaland, mad skillz, uh
Feel us, feel us
Yo, yo, I spit six of rap figures, get your (shit) together
Require some (shit) to stitch your lips together
My click stick together, mic rip together
Move no bricks or I make hits to flip my cheddar
No chicks for you and your man? yall trick together
Yall fools flow? yall cats gonna brick together
I do a song with a whole group they getting lit together
Pop your snotbox son, move and stick, youd better
Nextel cellphone cb, chips together
In a telly with two chicks that like to lick together
He talking slick? hell skip when I get the beretta
Hope he wearing red, cause tonight, he might leave redder
Im about to send a fix thatll split your sweater
Crying bout that trick trying to pull a vick, you deader
Your chick looking at my (dick) pushing her (tits) together
Got you and the head of your label watch yall slit your wrists together
Yall wanna battle? yall cats are getting ripped together
In a draft me and my better half get picked together
Your girl will get got, I aint got to sweat her
Cause see I hop out a coupe, duke, while you hop out of jettas
She wanted to see it, so guess what (nigga) I let her!
Now sister want to stretch me to and I just met her
Hit em both now them hoes is throwing fits together
Turn them (bitches) to foes, they wont even sit together
Me and you on the same record and we spit together?
And I dont make you look bad? you sound sick, son, never
Timbaland, thats my man, we make hits together
You and your producer, yall cats miss together
Aim low, extra clips just to leave you wetter
Had the doctors mending your (motherf*cking) hips together
Thats your clique? yall cats think you look slick together?
Yall look gay, yall probably piss and (shit) together
Pop your brother, you and your mother reminice together
See the preacher how your family used to fish together
He might come back if yall just wish together
He wont, go upstairs and take a ( ) of his letter
Haters trying to swiss cheese me, Im like "whatever"
Thats like skydiving son, trying to grip a feather
Me and my flow? were about to get rich together
You and yours need to change our f-ing pitch together
Yall the type rap cats that snitch together
F around, get thrown down in a ditch together
Oh, now yall cats want to pop (shit) together?
My clique in here you can get drop kicked together
Slip mickeys, have rappers getting sick together
Break fools like a couple of soup kids together
Mad skillz and va, we on your list together
Yall sick, Im gonna be sick with this forever, what?
[timbaland]
I told yall that we dont stop
Thats right baby, timbaland, mad skillz, uh
Feel us, feel us