[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