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[*Tony Womack starts the song out on the horn, then the Villa Band joins in*]

[Verse 1: T3, (Black Milk)]
Uh! Who is this? The S, The V!
Hot, burnin' like we STDs!
Lord, give me strength, 'cause I'm losin' my grip
I might f*ck around and carry a piece! Yo
Oh! I keep 'em calling like "Eureka!"
It's the Motor City music that be flowin' through ya speakers
n*ggas winnin', they ain't supposed to
Put my record on the radio, they ca--call me Old School
But I'm a young n*gga with a old soul!
Rap is much more than platinum and gold (Right!)
So much [more] to talk about [than] sneakers and clothes
It ain't about the amount of records I might'a sold (Sold!)
What y'all n*ggas need to understand is:
I'ma keep doing this with me and my mans-es
They're so loco, beat cover the planet (Yeah!)
Real music's a language, y'all can't understand it (Yeahh!)
G'yeah! (Yeah!!)

[Break: Black Milk, (Elzhi)]
It's '05, n*ggas!
And we back, non-stop!
Slum Villa! You know...
n*ggas wanna jump on the team now (Alright, alright...)
Haters now love us (M-hmm...)
Fake hoes wanna f*ck us
You know how it go!
We dedicate this to y'all muhf*ckas! (Yeah...)
I'msayin... get the balls, c*cksucker!!!
[Verse 2: Elzhi]
With everything we done been through, we done stood victorious
Came from rock bottom to each hood supportin' this
I finally realized, we ain't make it this far to fall on our faces
Though mistakes is just part of life
What you do when you live and you learn from it
It's trife but it's true, it's what it is and it hurts a bit
But I was told to "dust yourself off and try again"
We earned every bit of this, excuse if I offend
The listeners that's hearing this, but lemme just say this:
My partner that I love had gotten sick where his brain is
And you ain't know – we ain't gotta used to the changes
Before that – the cat that makes the music arrangements...?! Dilla?
Now when he left, some thought we were finished
But "haaaa!" – joke's on you, you wasn't smart to begin with
You think I would let any incident burn the Village?
Not a bad business move or a word from critics
That hated on the album 'cause they wasn't ready for it
That Trinity, Detroit Deli – I'm a deadly poet
And I didn't even get a Quotable for what I'm spittin'
Guess it depends on record spins and how much you shippin'
To the mom and pop, Best Buy's, and Sam Goody's
When will the drama stop and just wise and hand it to me?
Do every person meant for great things go through this?
Does heavy j*rkers put the shape [to] kings and mold rulers?
Yeah! It's '05, n*ggas!
Ladies and gentleman... Que D!

[Bridge: Que D]
Now we gon' give it to the band
Let's give it to the band
Now we gon' give it to the band
Let's give it to the band
Now we gon' give it to the band
C'mon and give it to the band
Uh! Give it to the band
Now we gon' give it to the band
C'mon and give it to the band
Uh! Give it to the band
Now we gon' give it to the band
Let's give it to the band – c'mon!

[Band Intros: Black Milk]
Yeah! Young RJ on the bass
Give it up, y'all! Uh!
[*a moment to highlight Young RJ on the bass*]
Carl B on the keys
Let's take ya there, y'all!
[*band takes it there*]

Uh!
Feels so good
It feels so hood, yeah...
It feels so good
Tony Womack on the horn!
[*Tony Womack on the horn*]
[Refrain]
Yes, y'all... we The S, y'all
S y'all... we The S, y'all
S y'all... we The S, y'all
S y'all... we The S, y'all

[Band Intros 2: Black Milk]
Yeah! We finally come to the part, where we gotta give the drummer some
You ready??
DJ Dez on the drums!
[*the band gives the drummer some*]
Yeah!
Hey, Dez...
Do it how you did it in London!
Uh, uh, uh... do it!
[*Dez does it*] Oh!

Bring it on back...
[*band brings it all back*]
I know what you thinking...
These n*ggas finally got it right
Yeah!
Now I don't know where you at
You might be in the crib, you might be in the car, you might be at the show
Wherever you at – put your peace sign in the air like this, y'all
E'rybody – on the count of the 3 – want y'all to sing along with us
Keep them "V"s in the air, y'all
Front and back, I wanna see y'all...
Y'all ready? 1... 2... 3... here we go:

[Refrain 2: Black Milk]
We are The S, y'all... we The S, y'all
Uh! The S, y'all... we The S, y'all
What? We The S, y'all...

I don't hear some of y'all
Y'all gotta sing it louder
Ready? Yo...

We are The S, y'all... we The S, y'all
Uh! The S, y'all... we The S, y'all
Uh! The S, y'all... we The S, y'all
Villa Band... break it down!

[*Villa Band breaks it down*]