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[Intro repeat 14x: Skillz] Un un un un, come on nigga [Skillz] (Missy Elliott) I be the S-K-I, double L, Z'n Block is hot again, guess who's the reason? Your favorite rapper, I got his ass not breathin You seen me with Missy so it's va season Like (Hollaaaaa!) check the flow And if you a hater, exit the door Rap is a set up, just a lot of games A lot of suckas with colorful names I'm so and so, I'm this, I'm that But all y'all cats rap about is cars and crack And these R&B cats, spammers What chu think, you sound better with a wife beater and a bandana? (Hey!) Hunh, you fools need to stop Half y'all got paid studying pop And as far as these beats, I spit sparks to them I'm sick in the booth, aiyyo shorty talk to 'em, like... [Chorus: Kandi (Missy)] Y'all don't really wanna fuck with me My click D double E to the P (Ahhhhh!) I put two in ya side Flow in ya doe in ya motherfucking ride Y'all really wanna fuck with me? My click D double E to the P (Ahhhhh!) I put two in ya chest Ain't no other yet cause I'm the motherfucking best [Skillz] Yo, stop what your doin, cause I'm about to ruin... These half-ass rappers your used to So who the fuck wanna battle me? I spit slugs out my mouth bout the size of a C battery Like, "chik chik chik", put it down, man Half of y'all cats lying on your sound scan And you sold what? That was the amount? Come on nigga, you know sample tapes don't count Real quick out the stash, been flippin at dash Bruise me with two feet when I'm kicking yo' ass And you never catch me in the club leaving a skirt If I don't get brains then the meter get jerk Y'all them fools in the club with a Smedian shirt Rent a car in your hometown just to see if it work For 18 years, your momma been feedin a jerk I spit something hot, have you getting wheezy like Turk, nigga [Chorus:] [Skillz] Aiyyo, say blast I'ma blast, while y'all play dummies Hunh, thinking I ain't gon get this money Watch me come through spit sick and get fly Beat you on your best day on your best try, and... (Y'all don't really wanna...) Dig out the stash cause I probably.. On yo' ass And my words make the track get up While I move on it, groove on it And keep you flows on the cut like... Rockin mic's, y'all know how we get down Catch me on tour when I slide through your town I'm hit bound, y'all lay down flat The new "King of VA", who's fuckin with that? [Chorus:]
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