[Intro: Proof]

Hah

Check it out

Sound similar huh? It's not it though

This is Sicknoted

Ayo, It's D12

Big Proof, Derty Harry

Promaticness

Pass me the heater nigga

Told you

[Verse 1: Proof]

Any mic I babysit it, I stay the illest

I play with feelings, I send you to Marvin Gaye and Phyllis

I'm high man, kid when I can on dry land

Amendment in my hand will kill an innocent bystan

No ER, you need CPR after watching a VCR

Go [?] peeping your mom

Fuck sex, I'm a TEC shooter

Mind full of crime like **Lex** Luther

A poisonous trooper

Kill all your baby momma friends so your son won't have no boys in his future

Fuck Paul Mooney for tryna diss Em

So I'ma diss him and that fool that kissed Kim

Just in: An Important news flash

"They just keep their tongue out Proof ass"

I'm too fast with the crazy methods

"Why weren't you on Shit On You?" Ask Shady Records

I'll shoot at you, throw two at you

Have my dogs throw a round like a Hula-Hoop

Fuck a brawl with you

I got TEC's, grenades, and nine millimeters and they all for you

You life'll get ended today [?]

[?] lay and play with Timothy McVay

You should've seen Ray J when Detroit got lifted

All he could say was "Oh wait a minute", I'll SHOOT AT YOU!

[Chorus: Dogmatic & Proof]

At your job, at your school, at your girl, at you (I'll shoot at you)

(I...will...shoot...at...you)

At your mom, at your mom, at your truck, at your grandma too (I'll shoot at you)

[Can your?]

At your pops, at your [?], at your jewels, at you (I'll shoot at you)

(Put...a...hole...in...you)

At your shop, at your wrist, at your customers too (I'll shoot at you)

(With this [?])

[Verse 2: Proof]

Compliments, and I'm the shit with a rhyme to spit

"If you're dope then give me a line to sniff"

Here! "Inhale?" Yeah, that's probably where I'll see you again

"Where?"....in Hell

A lawless figure from the insane clinic

A flawless killer, fuck a rap game gimick

Too many biting, come with the same image

And in the same sentence they bit for fame in it

The fact is I'm doper than the packages that jump the borders

I hate you, and dumb reporters

"Proof your raps don't benefit drugs do it?"

Shut up while I'm tryna screw with Jennifer Love Hewitt

Y'all avoid beef like a scary virgin

And talk around the fight like Larry Merchant

I'm the mellow trife, ghetto type

And last time you heard me was on Devil's Night

"But you don't it was dumb for Slim to carry a gun"

Nah I'm love hearing nickle, Harry that's fun

The very next one to pop lips

A Glock spit a rocket straight through your optics now let me cock it

Now it's one in the chamber, you're running from danger

Ain't worried about Guardian, Big Pun is my angel

Fuck the world, that's the reason we all high

Before I kill you please tell Jesus I said hi, I'll SHOOT AT YOU!

[Chorus: Dogmatic & Proof]

At your job, at your school, at your girl, at you (I'll shoot at you)

(I...will...shoot...at...you)

At your mom, at your mom, at your truck, at your grandma too (I'll shoot at you)

[Can your?]

At your pops, at your [?], at your jewels, at you (I'll shoot at you)

(Put...a...hole...in...you)

At your shop, at your wrist, at your customers too (I'll shoot at you)

(With this [?])