Proof - Derty Promo lyrics

This is a message from god, espionage
A lesson of hard beef
Leave your chest in your mentions of mayhem
Cause y'all rubbing off the?
Like? for gay men
Focus is breaking, graffiti your membrane
Believe in the first words
The media's insane
My pen feigns, ain't the paper
Turn the? into flavor break the neighbor's?
(Fuck this, in?)
I said it got? to the master? exactly wrong
My gat's chrome, blow you like a saxophone
Crack your bones
Back at home still relax my dome
That's my rest, why test, the almighty IF
I'm for the bread with the moldy
Crust, the good die young son
Ain't old enough yes man,? up, Big Proof
We colder than the richest titty
Bear naked in the igloo
How you gonna battle with raps when I
Got more platinum plaques than? got naps
Slap your forehead like Ben
Hill, make many chill
It ain't know the stuff to
Pee without any skill mostly female, sayin
(Proof wouldn't be as seen if
He wasn't down with D12)
I tell you like this, check
My hist, you respectless bastard
Then slit your neck and wrist
He'll only sell cause he write
The owner The Source is
Right and he still never gave him 5 mics

Ayo coming to a block near
You it's Dirty Dozen
Nasty like a fat slut whore with 30 husbands
When I was 5 I was already fucking
Playing X rated cassettes and Teddy Ruxbin
Coming to a block near you it's Dirty Dozen
Nasty like a fat slut whore with 30 husbands
I used to walk up and down the block cussin'
Locked at? at 10 for Glock bustin'

(One two and you don't stop, come on
One two and you won't
Quit, come on, one two and
You don't stop Hip-Hop y'all
Hip-Hop come on)
I ain't start D12, I never rock mics
I ain't never been an unsigned
Hype in my life
I ain't got a deal, I never scrap in clubs
I never be seen with a pack of thugs
And? don't dropkick fools
These are the optic fuels of the haters
Stop and lose the gossip
Nonsense? with tonsils vibe off my rhyming
I'm in a position of shining
Grinding, doing the eclipse
Me with the Oldsmobile convertible
Heard a flow and breathe fire
P higher than God, the Ali
Popping pills, stop and chill on Runyan
Young gun, that ain't Japanese but a shogun
And blew one slug through your lung
Did you hear me? listen tapping on mic
Your lung hold onto your heart like Sam?
And concern your witness, what I stand for
Shady, Kon Artis, Kuniva
Swifty, Obie, Kanza, s and Bizzy
To all the haters and special agents
If there was no Proof you have no occupation
Y'all niggas have no destination
(special agents no destination, come on)

Ayo coming to a block near
You it's Dirty Dozen
Nasty like a fat slut whore with 30 husbands
When I was 5 I was already fucking
Playing X rated cassettes and Teddy Ruxbin
Coming to a block near you it's Dirty Dozen
Nasty like a fat slut whore with 30 husbands
I used to walk up and down the block cussin'
Locked at? at 10 for Glock bustin'