Mad Skillz

Mad Skillz - Together lyrics

[Mad Skillz]

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

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