[MC Breed]
I`m in it witch`all (okay)
Hit big cash, I`ll spend it witch`all
Win at the casino bitch, I`m spendin it all (hey)
Leave in my Spreewells spinnin for y`all
I`m in it for y`all, fact is (whattup)
My contents have character, plays the background
while I`m listenin to amateurs with no stamina (uh-uhh)
Compared to my flow
You`re more or less recycled, career`s on idle
Keep it comin though
If there`s anyone or anybody that`s potent enough, I wanna know
Gorilla, and I`m iller, than a fifth of
Hennessy and Belve`, a big bagger killer
Popcorn popper, won`t stop `til I cop e-nough
trees to get the whole world fucked up
I`m out of M-I, so when I say "Whatupdoe"
Y`all niggaz put it on the flow
[Chorus One: MC Breed]
Hey where you gettin it from, I want.. {one too}
Oh you got some of those, I got.. {one too}
You got a fine-ass broad, I got.. {one too}
And I`m drivin a Benz that get..
Oh you got one rolled, I got.. {one too}
And a fat bank roll, I got.. {one too}
You got a house on the hills, I got.. {one too}
And I`m drivin a Benz that get..
[MC Breed]
Uhh, nothin but that Cuervo Gold and cold Coronas
Plug with them esse`s that live in Arizona
Yeah, put it in your bubble nigga, know I`m on ya
Shake them haters off as soon as they get on ya
Popcorn, all through my perfecto
All I do is chief, it`s hard for me to let go
[Proof]
Tecs blow like Del Rio - from the land
of Air Force Ones, Detroit scum blow (cuatro cincos!)
If you want it, IF got it, the gettin is good
The best thing movin like a brick in the hood
I`m wishin you would stumble out the club
Fuck your slack (NIGGA) we can rumble out in floods
We fuck by choice but fight when we can
I`m good with the mic, but I`m nice with my hands
I ain`t for bangin, unless the ass hangin
My last name ain`t Kelly, but give me brain bitch, c`mon
[Chorus Two: Proof]
The name of my crew is D.. {one-two}
You got some pills in your pocket, I want.. {one too}
You got a knock baby boy, I got.. {one too}
And I`m ballin on y`all like this is..
You got a Tab in your hand, I got.. {one too}
You got a gun on your waist, I got.. {one too}
You got a Roley on your wrist, I want.. {one too}
And I`m pullin my heat to get..
[Proof]
This is high octane that bang within block range
Nothin but cold blood flow in my hot veins
My shot aim with the pistol ain`t the issue
Got the title, "Battle Disciple" came to diss you
Let`s get to The Source with mics all I need black
Cause 5 mics together, only makes feedback
I`m what every rapper +dread+ like beeswax
Snatch a rapper out his Timbs like stems on weed sacks
(He`s back!) Bitch, I never left
Every step has been Proof to the fact that I`m evidence
that Detriot co-co locos
The flame slow flow where the snow blow and they roll `dro
My tendencies to spit, end MC`s real quick
Pass they Hennessy sips, enemies get ripped
The penalty in vially, your memory dissolve
The energy is wild, mentally I`m foul
The entity now, howls instead of growl
Already raw, cookin lookin for shook ones to set `em down
Don`t worry about my record sales
(I know this ain`t the same Proof that`s in D12!)
Damn skippy, my hands swiftly grab a mic
Any man gifted stand with it, it`s battle night
Soon as I get in the booth, spittin the truth
This ain`t for the Billboards, this is strictly for you