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Madlib the strings up
My knuckleheads, put them things with the up
You won't your heat this time around
I spits fire, it's like the are rounds
In a big ass block of the bitch-ass
Who wan' hate, cause they get cash with us
But really on Jay and Mad dilznick
If you want the truth then just it
Them sick I slipped they 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 Maker's and hop up in the latest
Caked gators
P.I., D.I. and L.I.B
Better know what the hell I bring, fire

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