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