Proof - Pick It Up lyrics

[Eminem] Yo yo, back again Ha-ha-ha (Agh!) Turn it up a little bit, pick it up pick it up Yo pick it up, pick it up Yo pick it up If you find a phone call in a Tim Westwood line, what the hell you gonna do? Pick it up! Pick it up! [Proof] If your ball falls out with a pad on the floor, what the hell you gonna do? (Pick it up! Pick it up!) [Eminem] While I'm smacking up girls to keep the hoes in check The double S-Slim Shady wreck the London set Sit back and relax while my squad smokes crack And tap your man back and be like (Did you see that?) Ah yes, coming from the mother freaking Midwest Lift your shirt up and let me see them big breasts We molest girls three times a day, three times a night I got G-fulls of criminal peoples Jumping out when we ten deep Beat you down and speed off in a Benz Jeep Brothers be like: Eminem changed his style up! Shut the hell up, I'm still seven miles s*ut! It's '97 so get with it Peep that back in the day stuff when that Infinite tape was hitting Listen, must we forget I originated all that rough sh**, that talk drug sh** That left motherf**ers who said our sound like [?] Detroit city is where I grew up b**h Peace to all my Outsidaz in Jers Forget what you heard, this is three and one third [Proof] If you got an STD and your penis falls on the floor (What the hell you gonna do?) Pick it up! Pick it up! (Ahhh yeah yeah yeahhh pick it up, pick it up) If you see a Slim Shady tape on the f**ing rack What does Dre do? (ooohhhh) (On the uckin rack, on the uck without the f) [Eminem] I get deaf MCees stepped to the left I bust MCees and my name is Wyclef How you doing? I play the banjo, piano whatever it is I rock like Barry Manilow Yo it's Slim Shady on the freaking deck Y'all don't check it out I wreck the Frim Shady set The Frim Shady is what I said because I'm freaking drunk I pick it up, pick it up, I sound like a punk [Proof] Ayo they wish that they could ban me black Yo, you standing back Def methods, ayo got my hand in that Who ever running it, ayo you get a jammed knee cap Make the healthiest in your fam, handicap You a fan of rap, my clan will tap your school, home, ya b**h house Pull my nine millie, you gonna die with your fist out Enemas is over with Venomous is cobra spit Aggressive dialect with aggressive sober pitch My bionic phonics, demolish your logic, demonic can't stand the chronic impossible to hold on like vomit Mics I palm it, cause they the bomb-it Like terrorist is Islamic, I enter your atmosphere like a comet The new god of rap, call me bigger Thor Snap your back when I slap your a** in a figure four From miles around they can feel us lethal I make hardcore groups like Wu Tang sound like the village people (haha) Be no sequel, of the energize, finish style, bust 'em down right now, the winner is... me Then my man Mr. Paul we gonna star Make your heart beat for your trying get down with us We ball to the end, it's time to pretend My friend to the left of me, the d**h of me Me recipe to be with this don't even test MCees Y'all can't get with us it's the dress, dress on ya