It Ain’t About Tha Proof

[Intro: Proof]
Ayo
This is S-S-Sic-Sics-Sics-Si-Sicknotes (Notes, notes)
Hah hah, Promatic, hah
On me, Proof, other half is Dogmatic ([?])
[?] we do, that's how we do it
Bakarak get out the army nigga come home

[Verse 1]
This to the many that wanted more
And Purple Pills and smile, I worked the skills and now I'm gunning for
Platinum plaques and respect
I'm 'bout to rap and collect, pack the gat and the Tech
Master [?], pass the cash or the cheque
Before I harrass your bitch ass and blast your chest
Snatching your breath like City Of Boom
I'm really in tune, Mr. T. I pity the fool (I pity the fool!)
Proof is awesome, [?] I shoot your office
Murk your soldiers, when it's over recruit your bosses
This is flawless dogshit, complex and chocolate
My arsenic balls hit whoever God send (That's him)
You call 'em words, I call 'em tongue noise
I'm Bush Jones in this rap shit to you young boys
Incorporated by my flow to Death City
And y'all ain't real like Lil' Kim's left titty (Heh heh)