Together Lyrics - Singles - Mad Skillz

[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