Mad Skillz - Together Lyrics
[mad skillz]Yo, yo, I spit six of rap figures, get your (shit) togetherRequire some (shit) to stitch your lips togetherMy click stick together, mic rip togetherMove no bricks or I make hits to flip my cheddarNo chicks for you and your man? yall trick togetherYall fools flow? yall cats gonna brick togetherI do a song with a whole group they getting lit togetherPop your snotbox son, move and stick, youd betterNextel cellphone cb, chips togetherIn a telly with two chicks that like to lick togetherHe talking slick? hell skip when I get the berettaHope he wearing red, cause tonight, he might leave redderIm about to send a fix thatll split your sweaterCrying bout that trick trying to pull a vick, you deaderYour chick looking at my (dick) pushing her (tits) togetherGot you and the head of your label watch yall slit your wrists togetherYall wanna battle? yall cats are getting ripped togetherIn a draft me and my better half get picked togetherYour girl will get got, I aint got to sweat herCause see I hop out a coupe, duke, while you hop out of jettasShe wanted to see it, so guess what (nigga) I let her!Now sister want to stretch me to and I just met herHit em both now them hoes is throwing fits togetherTurn them (*****es) to foes, they wont even sit togetherMe and you on the same record and we spit together?And I dont make you look bad? you sound sick, son, neverTimbaland, thats my man, we make hits togetherYou and your producer, yall cats miss togetherAim low, extra clips just to leave you wetterHad the doctors mending your (mother*****ing) hips togetherThats your clique? yall cats think you look slick together?Yall look gay, yall probably piss and (shit) togetherPop your brother, you and your mother reminice togetherSee the preacher how your family used to fish togetherHe might come back if yall just wish togetherHe wont, go upstairs and take a ( ) of his letterHaters trying to swiss cheese me, Im like whateverThats like skydiving son, trying to grip a featherMe and my flow? were about to get rich togetherYou and yours need to change our f-ing pitch togetherYall the type rap cats that snitch togetherF around, get thrown down in a ditch togetherOh, now yall cats want to pop (shit) together?My clique in here you can get drop kicked togetherSlip mickeys, have rappers getting sick togetherBreak fools like a couple of soup kids togetherMad skillz and va, we on your list togetherYall sick, Im gonna be sick with this forever, what?[timbaland]I told yall that we dont stopThats right baby, timbaland, mad skillz, uhFeel us, feel us
