The mission I'm on, to educate and elevate
That's why yo strap, yo the spotlight is mine, it ain't his no more
You thinkin' it's all good, niggas can't live no more
Fool, what you want?

Madlib turn the strings up
My knuckleheads, put them things with the beams up
You won't need your heat this time around
I spits fire, it's like the rhymes are rounds
In a big ass block of the bitch-ass niggas
Who wan' hate, 'cause they don't get cash with us
But they really on Jay and Mad diznick
If you want the truth then that's just it
Them sick cause I slipped they chick this magic stick
We all act, can we get them balls back
I keeps it simple as well as complicated
Jaylib for service, just compensate us
I'm tryin to cop the Maker's and hop up in the latest whips
Caked rockin' gators
It's P.I., D.I. And L.I.B
Better know what the hell I brings, it's fire

Get your thang on
Ready for action
On, on, on to the break of dawn
Nigga cock ya gauge
He was talkin' shit to my man so I had to get 'em, yup
Rock the house, choke 'em out,
Mo doubt, M-A-D-L-I-B
Ay, ay, D, can I please speak?

Yo, wait, now let me speak on these journalists
Only the ones who need to learn and listen
Before they criticize verses that burns kitchens
Live from the land of Hearns and Pistons
You heard me?
Beats and rhymes so dirty
Play it too loud and you'll feel a burn where you pissin'
Up, my nigga turn the motherfuckin' strings up
The ultimate link-up, about to cha-ching up
Jaylib baby don't forget the name
How you want it, Beemer four-fifth or Range
Come see the Dilla lay with the fifth
Maybe you can write an article about how Jay play with them whips
And who said producers ain't supposed to rap
They don't want the Ruger to bang well close your traps
Better not run them jibs or fibs no more
We pullin' plugs so haters can't live no more

Fool, what you want, I'm straight death
Y'all never flow y'all outta there
I read your reviews,
Tryna downplay the shit my team do
Keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate
And if they take offence, fuck it, got to be that way
This is dedicated to these people out here getting bank
Where the pursuit of the money is reality
Never front on a clique that you can't evaluate
Suckas stylin' but what do y'all think?
Ah, ah, yeah, yeah, wha, ah, ah

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JAMES DEWITT YANCEY, OTIS LEE JR. JACKSON