[Intro: Dogmatic]
Promatic, Promatic
Sicknotes
Promatic, Promatic (Hah)
One, two, three, four
[Verse 1: Dogmatic]
They got platinum chains, we got heaters
Turn your pretty ass little wife into a cheater
Dogmatic and Sicknotes be a believer
Rip his throat with six [?] of chrome fever
Fee Fi Fo Fum, stop him from breathing
That nigga Big 'Matic is a Detroit heathen
The kids kept teasing, teasing and teasing
And I didn't even know that my sanity was leaving
So, look at me now writing rhymes 'til the ceiling
Smacking every bitch on the block until they feel me
Y'all should've killed me before I was born
Had an abortion before I wrote songs
Before I bust shoes in your home with the chrome
But I'm alive, you better leave me alone
You niggas give head, I get dome
You want mine, get it how Caeser got Rome
And on the phone, so bitch be quiet
I'm talking to Proof, plotting and conspiring
On how to take over the world, I ain't lying
Pep, Witt, Sicknotes, niggas ain't trying
[Chorus]
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Na na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, na na na na na
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[Verse 2: Proof]
Look at my wrist, look at my life, look at my bank account
Now what you really think about the hits we cranking out
Got the girls grinning, 'Matic in here Errol Flynning
No spree wheels, Proof keep the wheels spinning
Everyday S-I-C-K, no D.A.T
The Promatic stay hype, never smoke crack
My neck, my back, my ass, my sack
Baby wanna holler for a dollar, how about that?
I'm never sidetracking, y'all got a McRing
Yeah, I do what I wanna do, never [?]
Stay true to my crew when I'm bending bucks
Y'all got a truck with some rims, we got rims with trucks
"Na na na na na" Shaun got a fast car
Yo, we came in here to rock that cash bar
Last bar, by far, no gangs
Proof and 'Matic, y'all better know them names!
[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Dogmatic]
Na na na na na, 'Matic is the father
Of a new style, come around? Don't bother
Come to Detroit and get got by the bad guys
If I slap you between your other cheek like a Rabbi (Bye)
Do I have to grab my
40 cal with the lemon squeeze hand out?
When I [?] everybody just ran out
You don't wanna me break the Big Pun out
'Cause if I do, then it's you
And your crew, that I will you chew
Into two, different pieces
I don't know man, I'm facetious
I don't know dog, I'm so creepy
It's too late, by the time you peep me
I popped ya, telling you I got 'cha
Man them niggas in Detroit, so hostile
[Chorus]
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