Mad Skillz Together Lyrics

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 (bit*hes) 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 (motherf**king) 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