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Madlib turn the up
My knuckleheads, put them with the beams up
You won't need your heat time around
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
sick cause I slipped they chick this magic stick
We all act, can we get balls back
I it simple as well as complicated
Jaylib for service, just us
I'm to cop the Maker's and hop up in the latest whips
rockin 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 these
Only the ones who to learn and listen
Before they criticize verses burns kitchens
from the land 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 nigga turn the strings up
The ultimate link-up, to cha-ching up
Jaylib baby don't the name
How you want it, Beemer four-fifth or
Come see the lay with the fifth
Maybe you can write an article about how Jay play with whips
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 so haters ("can't live no more")