Reunion Lyrics

Yo L and Ten killin' 'em, Three killin' 'em

You thought we broke up but we was reassembalin'

Ladies and gentlemen you barewitnessin'

The villa on some classic shit like vans in balims

It's the gorrila pimps, we bustin' denim in the club

That you can't wear ya denim in

Freakin' a rhyme 'til every line ends with a then and than

You don't wanna rump and stomp in Timberlands

Shout to my nigga kill again

And all of my peps that rep more D then 12 Eminems

Who let the dogs out and let Dilla in?

Fuck wit' this is ya loss Gilligan

Sounds simila I'm not feelin' 'em

Get the bars like Venus in Wimbelon

While I'm in them fly whips five Will and 'em

On some Kim and 'em all about the Benjamins

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 ya times up

Get rowed up for the reunion

L kill'n 'em, Dilla kill'n 'em

Maybe we could hook up again back wit' Ten and them

Together again with all forces on some

Fantastic four or four horsemen

Can't do it without ya crew boy

Guess who boy, come'n through wit' two boy

Nobody but us that rap in a clutch

Passed and switched it up like kids in double dutch

Some couldn't feel our style or feel our flow

Ever talked our slang never walked our roads

All they know is these niggaz is tainted

Don't know about [Incomprehensible] that candy painted

We've been miss quoted, miss con-screwed

Miss understood and over used

So we take this time to set the record straight

Critics skipped and did it, we did it anyway

Now you hear our raps wit' Dilla and you all on our team

Till you heard Ten was gone was apart of he skem

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Just 'cuz a nigga go solo think we turned our backs

Maybe we will reunite on some shit like that

But I gotta set it straight for' you twists the facts nigga

We 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 ya times up

Get rowed up for the reunion

Yo T kill'n 'em, Three kill'n 'em

You thought we broke up and ya you rite we really did

I wrote a verse that I recited it was hot

But I had to rewrite 'cuz I thought we was united and we not

But though all the love that I got for you

Parna I picked apart ya words and I'm shooked in them interviews

I been accused of not care'n

When the city threw your furniture out

It's not fair when I'm learnin' about how stress you fell in a article

Forget a rhyme I'm just as real when I talk to you

And you know that we share Kodak moments

I wish we could go back

But don't act like you wasn't bug'n out like a phone tap

Chase'n cars in the street

I saw you throw a part in the sink

Then after hit the bar for a drink who asked you to slow down?

Eventhough niggaz told me you was gon' clown but I tried

You didn't know I cried when I saw you whallen at the State Theater

In the door by the side

Wanted to throw you in the trunk and found a preacher for you

'Cause I thought you had unlawful demons on you

Sink'n fast in the deepest soil

Ya parents finally got you some help

You came out seem'n normal and

I heard you on medication

Had a illness you couldn't heal with herbs and meditation

And believe me, Me and T, Three kept it low

Don't take this as a dis, this is just to let you know that I love you

But watch the company you keep

Sware niggaz don't care, but they love you in the streets

Get ya mind right