Ali

[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 niggas put it on the flow [Hook 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 [Hook 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 [Hook One]