[mad Yo, yo, I six of rap figures, get your (shit) together Require some (shit) to your lips together My stick together, mic rip together Move no bricks or I make hits to my cheddar No chicks for you and your man? y'all trick Y'all fools flow? y'all cats gonna together I do a song with a whole group getting lit together Pop your snotbox son, and stick, you'd better cellphone cb, chips together In a telly with two chicks that to lick together He talking slick? skip when I get the beretta Hope he wearing red, cause tonight, he might redder I'm about to send a fix that'll split your 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 watch y'all slit your wrists together Y'all wanna battle? cats are getting ripped together In a me and my better 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 guess (nigga) I let her! Now sister want to stretch me to and I met her Hit 'em both now hoes is throwing fits together Turn them (bitches) to foes, they won't even sit Me and you on the same record and we together? And I don't make you look bad? you sick, son, never Timbaland, my man, we make hits together You and your producer, y'all miss together Aim low, extra clips to leave you wetter Had the doctors your (motherfucking) hips together That's your clique? y'all cats think you look together? Y'all look gay, y'all probably piss and (shit) Pop your brother, you and your mother reminice See the preacher how family used to fish together He might come if y'all just wish together He won't, go upstairs and a ( ) of his letter Haters trying to swiss me, I'm like "whatever" That's skydiving son, trying to grip a feather Me and my flow? we're to get rich together You and yours need to change our f-ing pitch the type rap cats that snitch together F around, get down in a ditch together Oh, now y'all cats want to pop (shit) My clique in here you can get kicked together Slip mickeys, rappers getting sick together Break fools a couple of soup kids together Mad skillz and va, we on your list Y'all sick, I'm gonna be sick this forever, what?
I told y'all that we don't That's baby, timbaland, mad skillz, uh us, feel us