Proof - Beef Is Ova lyrics

[Intro: Proof] *Chants: HELL YEAH* Ayo, the big Proof 1 sixth of D12, one half of Promatic All life after d**h I heard you, n***a, I heard you, my TV is big like a truck Forreal, n***a, I do roll deep n***a cause i'm a boss b**h See me on them streets ya hear me? You ain't making my heart hurt n***a Gonna make y'all hurt Yo k**a Kaunn where the f** you at n***a? [Verse 1: k**a Kaunn] I'm sick of these punk p**y rappers yapping and flexed Put the Tech to the back of your neck and let it stretch Royce ain't the king of sh**, and i'mma delete the Elite How you a gangsta but you never in the streets? I'll put you in a coma when you rolling up Magoda 2 shots at y'all Range Rover, game over Where the f** is the truth when i'm up in the booth Purple Gang, k**a Kaunn, b**h i'm riding with Proof My guns will burn like the Seesraw sakes, bet yo a** get a grouse, That's why you the next Malcolm X Tre Little gon' get dropped like Ja Ja's own label And we only see your videos on Comcast Cable Local punk p**y, wishing you was burn in Queens Donell Jones looking n***a, born to sing What is y'all, a crew of "has been" thugs? Wait, you can't be a "has been" where your a** never was Royce you charred and feathered up, stop f**ing with us fo' we blow your truck We f**ing you up Ja Ja's screaming, "Where's the love for me?" That's what happen when your a** a who*e in the industry And my voice get lost, and still get you a sale Plus you b**h a** n***as do it via E-Mail This is k**a Kaunn, top gun in this joint Dude, my guns is blazing and they aiming at Royce I'm the number one street n***a I got deadly aim, and you f*ggots won't remain, Bullet to your brain If you broke motherf**ers had a boss, I'll target that motherf**er, you already lost f** Kino, he mad cause I won the Spitfest, that's a testament to the flow cause I spit best Purple Gang b*tch! [Hook: Proof] Hey Detroit is you with me y'all? (HELL YEAH) Is Royce from Detroit? (NO) Straight off 7 Mile? (HELL NO) Ain't he the king of the D? (NO) Do y'all love Royce from now? (HELL NO) [Verse 2: Flame] This n***a's sick, but i'mma cure his cold Throw a tissue on a 40. Cal and blow his nose You rock Rhinestones, you can't afford Diamonds You the king of Wuss City stop lying (STOP LYING) Got shells flying, out the Tommy Gun n***as bought his bootleg and wanted a refund n***a I ain't done, I always bring the drama You wanna blow up, hugging a suicide bomber n***a I'll pop you if I see you on the streets But I won't get a chance, you don't live in the D You'll be resting in the peace if you cross the team I'm the type to shoot your a**, and scream out "FREEZE!" n***a please, you don't bust slugs You a internet gangsta, a E-mail thug Never unloved, n***a, it's gonna be blood puddles You're surrounded with more Eagles than McNabb in a huddle [Hook: Proof] (HELL YEAH!) Y'all n***as scared of war? (NO) Bow down to the king? (HELL NO) Shouldn't I let this slide? (NO) Y'all gonna let him outside? (HELL NO) [Verse 3: Famous] I said take this b**h down, and take his cash And shoot more holes in his face than a Jason mask They whole crew is b**h and they captain his wood He could get karafold but he not from the hood n***a this is Famous, East side weapon We catch bodies like Firefighters on 9/11 So that chick better duck when they're tossed around A slug'll get y'all stomach shown like an ultrasound f** what y'all n***as is on, my whole trick is the crew And Trey Little, we got AK's bigger than you (b**h) And you better duck if one fire I'll have you with a locked at home with a vest on like the umpire Don't feel you with thugs and strongarms Cause all the wheelchair's gonna give you is strong arms Yeah, you little n***as, we got the streets locked And the only soldiers y'all ran with is a pair of Reeboks Like it or not I'm the hottest around 40. Cal will blow Rhinestones up outta your crown Laying down, you sleeping with Tech's to your head Wake you up with a toast like breakfast in bed If you high and on P then you facing the streets That's a whole lotta drama so watch your mouth Cause if we drop by once and miss you, we gon' double back And pop your dumba** more times than the sheet of bubble wrap [Hook: Proof] Do they got street credit ? (NO) Ain't they built for war ? (HELL NO) Is Detroit past 8 Mile ? (NO) Does a real n***a lie ? (HELL NO) [Outro: Proof] Ayo, it's over, I'm officially announcing, it's over Ain't no beef out here, ain't no competition, it's grown a** men to boys, When it come to the street sh**, ya heard me So y'all motherf**ers keep it in the mic booth Don't step out on the pavement, we live right there, you hear me, Purple Gang! k**a Kaunn! Famous! Flame! First Born! J-Hill! Kuniva! Real n***as, niga! They spit liver saliva. Godfather. I.F. 2 d**h, Kaiser Sozet, We do what we ‘sposed to, picture me on the poster, it's over