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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? Y`all trick together Y`all fools flow? Y`all cats gonna brick together I do a song with a whole group they getting lit together Pop your snotbox son, move and stick, you`d better Nextel cellphone CB, chips together In a telly with two chicks that like to lick together He talking slick? He`ll skip when I get the Beretta Hope he wearing red, cause tonight, he might leave redder I`m about to send a fix that`ll 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 y`all slit your wrists together Y`all wanna battle? Y`all cats are getting ripped together In a draft me and my better half get picked together Your girl will get got, I ain`t 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 won`t even sit together Me and you on the same record and we spit together? And I don`t make you look bad? You sound sick, son, never Timbaland, that`s my man, we make hits together You and your producer, y`all cats miss together Aim low, extra clips just to leave you wetter Had the doctors mending your (motherfucking) hips together That`s your clique? Y`all cats think you look slick together? Y`all look gay, y`all 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 y`all just wish together He won`t, go upstairs and take a ( ) of his letter Haters trying to Swiss cheese me, I`m like "whatever" That`s like skydiving son, trying to grip a feather Me and my flow? We`re about to get rich together You and yours need to change our f-ing pitch together Y`all the type rap cats that snitch together F around, get thrown down in a ditch together Oh, now y`all 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 Y`all sick, I`m gonna be sick with this forever, what?
[Timbaland] I told y`all that we don`t stop That`s right baby, Timbaland, Mad Skillz, uh Feel us, feel us
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