(feat. Kandi, Missy Elliott) [Intro x14: 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
Fuckin' with skillz, you gon' meet ya doom Nigga I spit fire that make dragons wanna leave the room I put VA on the map, open the south When I spit,
ending Ain't nothing sweet, mad deep is how we all living So who stands gossiping behind the walls? You can't do shit for my motherfucking click, lick the balls! Go Mad Skillz
, niggas better know the nine (one) (one) That one loud cat is gonna be the reason you all get done For my sons to gettin' (ones), keep 'em stacking We gonna go the other
to Myn Benda and Kilonji from the slums of the cosmos You get ill on Skillz? Come on, don't jet Close your front door, nigga, cause your style's on house arrest Skillz, nigga, with the Mad
"Mad Skillz" "On the real" "I'll probably make more money off your album than you" [x3] "I'm want to tell you once, and only once" First of all, I
and you rot, nigga these flows is crisp When a mic in my hand bitches is supposed to be like this There's mad niggas that wanna see Mad Skillz slip Yeah
with Ja and Gotti They could of chose Johnny, Ricky, or Ralph; man why they choose Bobby Whats left to say RIP to Left Eye Lopez, and Jam Master Jay And thats it from me Skillz
[Skillz] Ohh! Uh-uh, yeah Pressure, pressure time (uh-huh) Can I get the Congregation (yeah) to put ya hands together (Got the pressure on ya) Uh.. uh
What You Want Me To Do?.... Sorry.... I'm Back (S-K-I-Double L-Z) It's Not A Diss Song... It's A Real Song. It's Ya Boy Skillz, And I'm Fixin To Act
[Time keeps on slipping...slipping...slipping] [GET DOWN] Yeah...Ha It's ya boy Skillz ya'll with the facts fa sho Back to recap 2004 Now, things started
, Juvenile, Jadakiss, Destiny's Child, M.O.P, Lil' Mo, Ludacris Mr. Cheeks, Missy Elliott, Timbaland, Redman, Eve, and Erick Sermon & Marvin Gaye. [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
[scratch] Uh, uh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Come on! Uh-oh, uh-oh! Skillz, uh, yeah, uh, S, K, I, double-L, Z, Oh! VA, Rawkus, uh, uh, uh, oh! Two thousand and
no favors Cuz when I tell you the truth, you gon call me a hater And chicks I came up with Be gettin mad cuz they can't get hit They be like, "That nigga Skillz
