Wots Up

[Intro: Proof] Turn table terrorist DJ Sublime record Yo, what's up? I wanna know what's up? (D12) Hey y'all, it's Em production right here Give it up, Slim Shady, he make good beats too This his production, he told me he don't like this track No, you know what I'm sayin' But like, I like it though Fuck it, mixtape [Verse 1: Proof] And you know it's all in this life without Christ to keep sane, nigga Staying hot, loyal through plot, drinking the same liquor More whack, dap dap, call him the brain splitter Fuck around, tryna get it now, push the cane sniffer He excuse, nigga a dog, it's all the same difference Flashy or snatchy, see if your chain fit us Leaving with, leaving with whoever came with us Come out what we call the fool's system, the fame bit us The gang bit us, no jitters, we keep a steady hand While you deep in these streets, we already ran Listen man, don't let your feelings wrestle your heart There's like a bleeding drum, man, I wrestle y'all short Look, life don't like you, I suggest that you part Got some wolves in the club and they eat your flesh in the dark Heartless like organ donors Morning light 'til the morning, this they can't even hold the corners [Chorus: Proof] What's up? The same records that be motherfucking asking y'all What's up? Hold the phone, what y'all wanna do to me What's up? D12 back in this bitch ass, we What's up? Heard me for life, Detroit say What's up? All my real motherfuckers say What's up? 50 Cent, G Unit say What's up? Obie Trice, motherfuckers say What's up? It's Shady Records, nigga come on [Interlude: Proof] D12 nigga, we back in the house Big growth, straight from the grave Recording artist, Conniver busy Slim motherfucking Shady DJ Sublime right Oh, we tryin' something Lloyd Banks, motherfucking ayo 50 Cent, see I'm screwed up [Verse 2: Horny Mac] Hold on bih, what's up baby? It's your man's Mac Miller, you know aka penny scrappy You know, you know how we get down baby But yo, what's up with, what's up with the D You know how we do it in the D, baby Recognize, you know seven mile School crowd, you know how we do it All the way back to PA You know we smacking niggas all day, cuz These niggas don't want no trouble This is how we get down in the d Niggas don't understand how we get down So let me tell you 'bout my nigga Grimwald and steak You know, dope low, snacks You know, my niggas My nigga Dirty Mike back in the coupe, popping Xan's You know how we get down You know, the rappers who were running the D back in the day, back then Getting money, we still getting money though So continue to keep smacking that ass like it in the club Knocking they ass out in the park You know but you Remind me back to a time right and let me do this again, right You know? Just warming up