fast with brain damage The name that some forgot, D12, it ain't hard to feel, guard ya grill, it's REAL! [chorus] [Outro:] Yeah, Big Proof, Grown Man Shit
big chain, frostbit bracelet to match Cats say, "I'm the shit man" The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won
you, I wonder what you'd do in that position. Try to make a profit or try to make a difference, Try to make 'em play your shit or try to make 'em listen
more to life then cars and gats So I chose to share the light and write my bars with that But niggaz scared to grow so they tend to hold you back They take this shit
chain, frost bit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do,
of milk an start to whistle, it's missle from the funk-nik, I can't see it, 40 Water, you killin me wit this cheap shit. Chorus *(Num, 40, Yuk)* '
start this song man I just want to thank everybody for being so patient And baring with me over these last couple of years While I figure this shit out
now get off your not Tupac (Gonna shoot the shit outa you little fucking midgits, Hailie will whip your mother fucking asses) You can get popped after all that shit
quit playing knock it off your not Tupac (Gonna shoot the shit outa you little fucking midgits, Hailie will whip your mother fucking asses) You can get popped after all that shit
Has Been Shot. Come on hit me with my best Come on hit me with my best Come on hit me with my best Verse 1 [Bizarre]: Proof died, what happened? Marshall
them cats is lukewarm I get up on it, spit up on it like a new born The family structure ruptured, there's living proof like a group home B-Boy being a man
in your heart, and pull out as much as you can to get through what you goin through I'm livin proof.. Way down DEEP in the heart of a man who was DEEP
of control, never won an ESPY 'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP Glow outta this world, I'm coming for my Moon man You niggas slide back
a nigga name pop in the jects Hate in your blood, green eyes, watching my step I'm all money like the pres, no stopping the rest This is Stones and grown man
it on fella, no doubt) The wiley Wu Tang comes back, Iron Man strikes back (Lou Diamonds, Tony Starks) Raid your whole empire no doubt Rich man, poor man
most wanted, life can seem haunted Thugs and agents who work closely up on it Patriotic hustlers that kill for presidents Conceal the truth but can't hide the evidence A man
, fear the shit I speak Once this shit drop it's heard on every fuckin' street Like the sound of police who run the street really And every hood let you grow
