Bring It 2 Me Proof (Ft. Killa Kaunn)

[Verse 1: Killa Kaunn]
I hear the [?] in your tone, see the fakeness in your eyes
You ain't never flipped a zone, let alone touched a pie
I'm real a hundred percent, the hustler's in me
Got o's for a dollar, two for one fifty
I handle beef like a basketball
Cross over the heat and slam dunk when your casket fall
I'll show up at your front do' with a fo' fo'
And let fo' go and leave you ass in a figure fo'
Snatch you Figaro it never pays to stunt
Niggas searching for your head like a Easter hunt
Fake faggots who front get burnt 'til they ass learned
Put 24 on your chest like Jamal Mashburn

[Verse 2: Proof]
I dismantle a mic, the animal tight with mechanical mic
I'll punch the Earth and make the planet lose life
Granted the rights, my band is a trife, one handing the knife
O.J.? No, I'm a sick man in the night
And I'm planning to strike Santa and wife
Rob 'em a gift, leave 'em stranded with Phife (Dawg)
I'm hard but she'll lay with the Glock
How you want it homie? Like Biggie or 'Pac?
Don't scrap with me, niggas seen what I did to your pops
Most of y'all be acting bitch like Vivica Fox, I Kill Bill
You can ask 'em how the steel feel, shit I'm real ill
And still trying to OD off this chill pill