[mad Yo, yo, I spit six of rap figures, get your (shit) Require some (shit) to stitch your together My click stick together, mic rip Move no or I make hits to flip my cheddar No chicks for you and your y'all trick together fools flow? y'all cats gonna brick together I do a song with a group they getting lit together Pop your snotbox son, move and stick, better Nextel cb, chips together In a telly with two chicks that like to lick He talking slick? he'll when I get the beretta Hope he wearing red, cause tonight, he might redder I'm about to send a fix split your sweater Crying that trick trying to pull a vick, you deader Your chick looking at my (dick) her (tits) together Got you and the head of your label watch y'all your wrists together Y'all battle? y'all cats are getting ripped together In a draft me and my half get picked together Your girl get got, I ain't got to sweat her Cause see I hop out a coupe, duke, while you hop out of She wanted to see it, so what (nigga) I let her! Now want to stretch me to and I just met her Hit 'em both now them hoes is throwing fits Turn (bitches) to foes, they won't even sit together Me and you on the record and we spit together? And I make you look bad? you sound sick, son, never Timbaland, that's my man, we make hits You and producer, y'all cats miss together Aim low, clips just to leave you wetter Had the doctors your (motherfucking) hips together That's your clique? cats think you look slick together? Y'all look gay, y'all probably and (shit) together Pop your brother, you and your reminice together See the preacher how your family to fish together He might come back if y'all just together He won't, go and take a ( ) of his letter Haters to swiss cheese me, I'm like "whatever" That's skydiving son, trying to grip a feather Me and my flow? about to get rich together You and yours to change our f-ing pitch together Y'all the type rap cats snitch together F around, get thrown down in a ditch Oh, now cats want to pop (shit) together? My clique in here you can get kicked together Slip mickeys, have rappers sick together fools like a couple of soup kids together Mad skillz and va, we on list together sick, I'm gonna be sick with this forever, what?
I told y'all that we stop right baby, timbaland, mad skillz, uh Feel us, us