Proof - f** Battlin lyrics

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Proof - f** Battlin lyrics

Ha ha, ha ha, yeah yeah! Dirty Dozen! Detroit City (Detroit Michigan) What (What) [Bugz] You won't last long like weed in bra** bongs Just another f*g blowin some sad b**h-a** songs I shine sober, cause Bugz is a soldier Beat that a** like Roy Jones if ya bite I'm pissin(?)cola Doin the randisco at a disco with a big ho Bought the stupid b**h from Sisqo now she won't let my dick go Bugz a stupid n***a, take a shower with my pistol Walk up in your (?) and pistol ripped you It's simple, see I'm from the D like Eric Hippo Sick son of a b**h, robbin a n***a and his kinfolk Got my gun on my hip, some in the clip, one in the chamber It's danger, f**in with this super powered stranger f** a battle - we brought knives, n***as and guns Beat yo' a** and run, tryin to catch a case for fun Bustin at the po'-po' high off weed speed and cocoa (yeah!) Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo'-fo' [Proof] Bomb like Saddam, split America in two Then wrap all around your head like Erykah Badu My issues, misuse, human anatomy Tearin your flesh, and you muscle tissues Knock 'em out his shoes, then check 'em in And stand firm hold my nuts waitin on yo' second wind The nine shot (put Denaun out!) Punch you in your navel and rip your spine out Talkin bout you run this sh** when you ain't got no legs Plus you all booty like Jennifer Lopez D-12 (?), work these Scratch the skin off your back like fur theives Grab your throat like a nurse squeeze, make the earth freeze Stick you for a lifetime - like herpes Challenge Evil Kanivel, (?) jumpin in a Regal Challenge Officer Riggs, and be in "Lethal" Challengin fiends to stealin aluminum sidin Challenge Eminem smokin dope, while hang glidin Challengin hickville honkies, to a square dance And climb up Everest blindfolded with my bare hands Ain't no fair chance Dirty Dozen run the D Anybody want beef then, come to me [Hook: Bugz repeat 2X] f** battlin, we on some gang sh** Duck quick, cause you n***as might get hit United we stand, united we fall I swear to God, Dirty Dozen we gonna k** all y'all [Bizarre] 10 seconds, kiss yo' a** good riddance (It's a BOMB!) Told y'all n***as I wasn't bullsh**tin We could fight like a kung-fu flick, choose your weapon Shake hands, knock yo' a** out in 10 seconds Bizarre needs a counselor I done sh**ted on so many MC's, (?) should be my sponsor Have Prince rob ya for your "Diamonds and Pearls" While I'm in the next room, havin my way with your girl I swear, I k** any MC up in here My n***as pop so many guns, you swear it was New Year's They're gon' need an ambulance when I finish battlin you Pop sh**? My gang's on Runyan Avenue You n***as ain't crooks, plus you all shook Have you mom s** my co*k while I read Playboy books I ain't sayin I'm the illest MC But ask ten outta ten n***as, and the ten gon' say me [Hook] - 1/2 [Kon Artis] b**h, what? Uh-huh, yeah Yo, shuttup, yeah (?) walker, a** gripper and sh** talker Got a love for dynamite like Jim Walker Jim Beam, and have you missin like Jim Hoffa Coughin I'll be splittin your throat for thinkin of talkin Love beef, that's why half the click don't even walk in No love for hoes but sh**, I f**s 'em often May as well give 'em the dick, sh** on 'em And when they ask why I ain't called 'em I just tell 'em I'm sick Same sh** I tell every chickenhead that I bone They don't believe it, but they know I got a fetish for chrome Pushin cats in wheelchairs down flights of stairs Startin fights with chairs (somebody died!!) like we care Invitin b**hes to go hikin with me, up a mountain Throw 'em off and tell their moms She died from skinnydippin in the fountain Mr. Porter stay live on wax While you throw records into crowds just to say you have a hit track [Kuniva] I'm the alcoholic bringin catastrophe to others Make you C-Murder like Master P's little brother Flatterin punks, shatterin junk, get your cavity lumped With the force of a rim-shatterin dunk Now you wanna be "Thuggish Ruggish" so I'mma let a slug hit And call you Broken Bone, and if you got a crew I'mma name 'em all after you Fractured Bone, Neck Bone and Funny Bone You can't flash when all your money's gone I'll give you a thirty minute head start, f** that I'll even wait 'til it's dark and hunt you down - swing an axe And watch how many dumb thoughts leak out when your head parts f** yo' automobile to me it's just a red car Runyan Ave. gon' run yo' a** clean out of existance In an instant, I'll fire persistant, shots consistant Terrorist terrorizin your block See all these n***as when I step in the club, I'm bringin them And any n***a lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em Malice Greene'n 'em, and gasoline'n them with premium Light a cigarette flick at him and spit it at him Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Boxin without gloves, deeper then glee clubs While you stand in tha back and look mean like E-Luv Can't no other crew stand us Put my hands on you quicker than a n***a playin two hand touch Yo Kuniva in the ruggedest, hop in the truck and hit Everybody on your block, jump out and cut a b**h Another f** I gotta put a stain on In the middle of the street screamin bring the pain on [Hook]

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