[Verse 1: J Dilla]
Yo, El and 'Tin killing em, 3 killing 'em
You thought we broke up, and we was just reassemblin'
Ladies and gentlemen, you bear witnessin the Villa
In some classic shit like Vans emblems
It's the guerrilla pimps, we busting denim in the club
That you can't wear your denim in
Freakin a rhyme til every line ends with a din-in-in
You don't wanna rump and stomp in Timberlands
Shout to my nigga, Killagan
And all of my peeps that rep more D than 12 Eminems
Who let the dogs out and let Dilla in?
Fuck with this, it's ya loss, Gilligan
Sounds similar I'm not feelin 'em
Get the balls like Venus in Wimbledon
While I'm in them fly whips five Will and them
On some Kim and them All About the Benjamins, baby!
Yeah!
[Hook]
Still here, never left, just switched the style up
Came through, made moves to get the crowd up
It's hard time, "V" time, nigga, your time's up
Get riled up for the Reunion
[Verse 2: T3]
El killin em, Dilla killin 'em
Maybe we could hook up again back with 'Tin n' 'nem
Together again like armed forces
On some Fantastic Four, Four Horsemen
Can't do it without your crew, boy
Guess who, boy? Comin' through with two, boy
Nobody but us, had rap in a clutch
Passed and switched it up like kids in double dutch
Some couldn't feel our style or feel our flow
Never talked our slang, never walked our road
All they know is these niggas is tainted
Don't know about them Rovers that's candy-painted
We been misquoted, misconstrued
Misunderstood and overused
So we take this time to set the record straight
Critics get the di-dick, we did it anyway
Now, you hear our raps with Dilla, you all on the team
Till you heard 'Tin was gone, was a part of the scheme
See? We still got love, where was you at?
'Cause a nigga go solo, think we turn our backs?
Maybe we-a reunite on some shit like that
But I gotta set it straight 'fore you twists the facts, nigga!
Yo, El and 'Tin killing em, 3 killing 'em
You thought we broke up, and we was just reassemblin'
Ladies and gentlemen, you bear witnessin the Villa
In some classic shit like Vans emblems
It's the guerrilla pimps, we busting denim in the club
That you can't wear your denim in
Freakin a rhyme til every line ends with a din-in-in
You don't wanna rump and stomp in Timberlands
Shout to my nigga, Killagan
And all of my peeps that rep more D than 12 Eminems
Who let the dogs out and let Dilla in?
Fuck with this, it's ya loss, Gilligan
Sounds similar I'm not feelin 'em
Get the balls like Venus in Wimbledon
While I'm in them fly whips five Will and them
On some Kim and them All About the Benjamins, baby!
Yeah!
[Hook]
Still here, never left, just switched the style up
Came through, made moves to get the crowd up
It's hard time, "V" time, nigga, your time's up
Get riled up for the Reunion
[Verse 2: T3]
El killin em, Dilla killin 'em
Maybe we could hook up again back with 'Tin n' 'nem
Together again like armed forces
On some Fantastic Four, Four Horsemen
Can't do it without your crew, boy
Guess who, boy? Comin' through with two, boy
Nobody but us, had rap in a clutch
Passed and switched it up like kids in double dutch
Some couldn't feel our style or feel our flow
Never talked our slang, never walked our road
All they know is these niggas is tainted
Don't know about them Rovers that's candy-painted
We been misquoted, misconstrued
Misunderstood and overused
So we take this time to set the record straight
Critics get the di-dick, we did it anyway
Now, you hear our raps with Dilla, you all on the team
Till you heard 'Tin was gone, was a part of the scheme
See? We still got love, where was you at?
'Cause a nigga go solo, think we turn our backs?
Maybe we-a reunite on some shit like that
But I gotta set it straight 'fore you twists the facts, nigga!
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