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Madlib turn the up
My knuckleheads, put them things with the up
You won't need heat this time around
I spits fire, it's like the are rounds
In a big ass of the bitch-ass niggas
Who hate, cause they don't get cash with us
But they really on Jay and Mad
If you the truth then that's just it
Them sick cause I they chick this magic stick
We all act, can we get balls back
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 rockin
P.I., D.I. and L.I.B
Better know what the hell I bring, it's

Yo, wait, now let me on these journalists
Only the ones who need to learn and
they criticize 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 link-up, about to cha-ching up
baby don't forget the name
How you want it, four-fifth or Range
see the Dilla lay with the fifth
Maybe you can write an about how Jay play with them whips
And who producers ain't supposed to rap
don't want the Ruger to bang well close your traps
Better not run them jibs or fibs no
We pullin plugs so ("can't live no more")