[Hook] (Get it together) What's it gon be, definitely, don't f** with the d, let's get (get it together) What you gon do? Yeah we comin' thru, be funky for you, let's get (together) Yeah we gettin' ill, just tell me how you feel, keepin' it real, let's get (together) [Verse 1: J Dilla] Get yourself together baby, before it's too late for ya Yeah i'm seein' you in the mess that you made, gotta Hit the bottom to come thru like true ba** in the You said you can never be too paid, so what You let n***as put you on like [?], and what You start tastin' [?] koolaid But feel ya, like you waitin' two steaks but uh Deep inside you hurtin' like a toothache you know You're too fake, you straight yeah that's what you say, baby Anyway hey, get that sh** (together) [Hook] [Verse 2: T3] Start your funeral boy, write you obituo- You shouldn't let you know who back in the studio The flow that'll chew your whole a** like a tootsie roll No laugh no jokes And my loot is still usual for those who provoke Get mush like a two-year old Pushed in a corner 'cause you under control Can't hold the fast-paced 'cause your [?] 'Sho nuff slow poke wichya face exposed Put yo a** in the sling and do what you suppos- And oh, here's a couple words I think you should [Hook] [Verse 3: Baatin] Together for what? The s is makin' them [?] Runnin my mouth, sometimes i wonder for what It just goes to show how many clits you blow for what Just to get a number? That's why my crew will never ever sit back and have to wonder, about another paycheck My lyrics are definitely considered to be a threat Like steppin to the s would some sh** you regret [Hook]