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Madlib turn the up
My knuckleheads, put things with the beams up
You won't need heat this time around
I spits fire, it's the rhymes are rounds
In a big ass block of the niggas
Who hate, cause they don't get cash with us
But really on Jay and Mad dilznick
If you want the truth that's just it
Them sick cause I they chick this magic stick
We all act, can we get balls back
I keeps it as well 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 what the hell I bring, it's fire

Yo, wait, now let me speak on journalists
Only the who need to learn and listen
Before they criticize verses that 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 where you
Up, my nigga turn the motherfuckin up
The ultimate link-up, about to up
Jaylib baby forget the name
How you want it, four-fifth or Range
see the Dilla lay with the fifth
Maybe you can write an article about how Jay play with whips
And who said producers supposed to rap
They don't want the Ruger to bang close your traps
not run them jibs or fibs no more
We pullin plugs so haters ("can't no more")