Come One Come All

By Promatic

On Back Again Snippet CD

Released on 2003

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[Intro: Proof]

Hah, hah, hah hah

Promat format right at your dormat

Back from Disneyland, hear me? (We ain't playin' no mo')

Back in the gutter (We ain't playin' games no mo')

We got the ropes for this now (We ain't playin' no mo')

We got the ropes down fam, hah! (We ain't playin' games no mo')


[Verse 1: Proof]

You want beef then you don't want teeth

There ain't an ass on this map that I won't beat

Put your guard up or start the gunplay

Then press 911, I'm on the runway

God made you from dirt, now you're re-routing

Them killers needing work, call 'em G-Unit

How you calling to war without heat?

Or trying to box me with your heart in your mouthpiece

Doubt me and this gun I have

Have your feet moving faster than weed sacks on Runyon Ave

Everything I spit is dopе like I swallow bricks

Follow hints, I'm the wrong one to squabblе with

Our first date, you kiss the canvas

You must understand we're from different planets

See you talk shit when you deep plus holding a fo' fo'

I talk shit when sober and solo (OH NO!)

Don't fuck with the P-ster

Never got a check from the city but I'm a streetsweeper

Gets deeper, your punches move slow like weak reefer

You fucking with a beef creature (WOOF!)

Don't gang bang, I bang gangs

Only a square ass nigga think that's the same thang

Got no problem putting a doggy to sleep

You know the ol' saying, if you feeling froggy then leap


[Chorus x2: Proof]

Punks about to get beat down!

Come One Come All

Punks about to get beat down!

We bombing on all of y'all


[Verse 2: Dogmatic]

Come one, pump two, pump chumps and all

Get bagged up against the wall, I have no flaws

Take a nigga with french braids and burn 'em bald

Shit scaled 'em with hot water, call me Paul

More jagged than the ridges of a rusty saw