
Ups & Downs Ras Kass (Ft. Proof)
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[Intro: Proof, Ras Kass]
I was once a little boy that used to beat on girls, but a little girl just told me
That if you beat on girls, you'll look at your dick and it'll shrink to a little weenie
And I don't try to be hanging out with my people and we're all just trying to get faded
I can't understand why my man [Fade?] looking like he's overage
Stress, stress, stress, stress
This is stress, stress, yes, yes
[?] Bring Joey
Fuck it
Big Proof Rest In Peace
D12! Yeah! I.F. (I.F.)
All the way to the D! Hah
Shoutout to Riffs on the beat!
Heard me? Heard me?
Ayo, P, get at 'em, go!
[Verse 1: Proof]
One of the illest to spit, brilliant with writs
Drilling a big drill through the grill of a villainous snitch
Filling the ditch, then building a bridge over their carcass
'Cause I'm mad, Bush was voted in office
I'm a soldier that's heartless
I blow your shoulders apart with cannons that's load with arsenic (Motherfucker!)
I'm devoted to bossing
I have you holding your losses, and left cold in the darkness (Motherfucker!)
Please realise Kass is nuttier than Mars bars
We Star Wars Jedis, bet I spar hard
But arrive with a PCK of G's
I'll blow your brain into pieces, leave your remains in peace (Preach!)
My piece full of lead for that ass!
D Twizzy, we the head of the class!
So don't speak until spoken to, and know the truth
If the polka dot [?] bitch nigga, it's over for you
I was once a little boy that used to beat on girls, but a little girl just told me
That if you beat on girls, you'll look at your dick and it'll shrink to a little weenie
And I don't try to be hanging out with my people and we're all just trying to get faded
I can't understand why my man [Fade?] looking like he's overage
Stress, stress, stress, stress
This is stress, stress, yes, yes
[?] Bring Joey
Fuck it
Big Proof Rest In Peace
D12! Yeah! I.F. (I.F.)
All the way to the D! Hah
Shoutout to Riffs on the beat!
Heard me? Heard me?
Ayo, P, get at 'em, go!
[Verse 1: Proof]
One of the illest to spit, brilliant with writs
Drilling a big drill through the grill of a villainous snitch
Filling the ditch, then building a bridge over their carcass
'Cause I'm mad, Bush was voted in office
I'm a soldier that's heartless
I blow your shoulders apart with cannons that's load with arsenic (Motherfucker!)
I'm devoted to bossing
I have you holding your losses, and left cold in the darkness (Motherfucker!)
Please realise Kass is nuttier than Mars bars
We Star Wars Jedis, bet I spar hard
But arrive with a PCK of G's
I'll blow your brain into pieces, leave your remains in peace (Preach!)
My piece full of lead for that ass!
D Twizzy, we the head of the class!
So don't speak until spoken to, and know the truth
If the polka dot [?] bitch nigga, it's over for you
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