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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 the rhymes are rounds
In a big ass block of the bitch-ass
Who wan' hate, cause they don't get cash us
But they on Jay and Mad dilznick
If you want the then that's just it
Them sick cause I they chick this magic stick
We all act, can we get them back
I keeps it simple as as complicated
Jaylib for service, compensate us
I'm tryin to cop the Maker's and hop up in the whips
Caked rockin
P.I., D.I. and L.I.B
Better know what the hell I bring, fire

Yo, wait, now let me speak on these
Only the ones who to learn and listen
Before they criticize that burns kitchens
Live from the of Hearns and Pistons
You heard me~?! Beats and rhymes so
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 baby don't the name
How you want it, Beemer or Range
Come see the Dilla lay with the
Maybe you can write an article about how Jay play with them
And who said producers ain't to rap
don't want the Ruger to bang well close your traps
Better not run them or fibs no more
We pullin plugs so haters ("can't no more")