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Madlib the strings up
My knuckleheads, put them things the beams up
You won't your heat this time around
I spits fire, like the rhymes are rounds
In a big ass block of the niggas
Who wan' hate, cause they don't get cash us
But really on Jay and Mad dilznick
If you want the truth then that's it
Them cause I slipped they chick this magic stick
We all act, can we get them balls
I it simple as well as complicated
for service, just compensate us
I'm to cop the Maker's and hop up in the latest whips
Caked gators
P.I., D.I. and L.I.B
Better know what the hell I bring, fire

Yo, wait, now let me on these journalists
Only the who need to learn and listen
Before they criticize verses that kitchens
Live from the of Hearns and Pistons
You me~?! Beats and rhymes so dirty
it too loud and you'll feel a burn where you pissin
Up, my nigga the motherfuckin strings up
The ultimate link-up, to cha-ching up
Jaylib baby don't forget the
How you want it, four-fifth or Range
Come see the Dilla lay the fifth
Maybe you can write an article about how Jay 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 jibs or fibs no more
We pullin plugs so ("can't live no more")