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Madlib the strings up
My knuckleheads, put them things the beams up
You won't need your heat this time
I spits fire, it's like the are rounds
In a big ass block of the niggas
Who wan' hate, they don't get cash with us
But really on Jay and Mad dilznick
If you want the truth then that's it
Them sick cause I slipped chick this magic stick
We all act, can we get them balls
I keeps it simple as as complicated
Jaylib for service, just us
I'm tryin to cop the and hop up in the latest whips
Caked rockin
P.I., D.I. and L.I.B
Better what the hell I bring, it's fire

Yo, wait, now let me on these journalists
the ones who need to learn and listen
Before criticize verses that burns kitchens
Live from the of Hearns and Pistons
You me~?! Beats and rhymes so dirty
Play it too loud and you'll feel a burn where you
Up, my turn the motherfuckin strings up
The ultimate link-up, to cha-ching up
Jaylib don't forget the name
How you want it, four-fifth or Range
Come see the Dilla lay the fifth
Maybe you can write an article about how Jay with them whips
And who producers ain't supposed to rap
They don't want the Ruger to bang well close traps
Better not run them or fibs no more
We plugs so haters ("can't live no more")