[Intro: Proof]

*Chants: HELL YEAH*

Ayo, this big Proof

1 sixth of D12, one half of Promatic

All I.F. to death

I heard you nigga, I heard you

My teeth is big like a truck

Real nigga, I do roll deep nigga 'cause I'm a boss bitch

See me out on them streets ya hear me?

You ain't even making my heart hurt nigga

But I'll make your heart hurt

Yo Killa Kaunn where the fuck you at nigga?

[Verse 1: Killa Kaunn]

I'm sick of these punk pussy rappers yapping and flexed

Put the Tech to the back of your neck and let it stretch

Royce ain't the king of shit, and I'ma delete D-Elite

How you gangsta but you never in the streets?

I'll put you in a coma when you rollin' up Magoda

2 shots at y'all Range Rover, the game over

Where the fuck is the truth when I'm up in the booth

Purple Gang, Killa Kaunn, bitch I'm ridin' for Proof

My guns will burn like diseased raw sex, got yo ass scared of crowds, That's why you the next Malcolm X

Tre Little gon' get dropped like Cha Cha's whole label

And we only see your videos on Comcast Cable

Local fuckers, wishing you was born in Queens

Donell Jones lookin' nigga, born to sing

What is y'all, a crew of has-been thugs?

Wait, you can't be a has-been when your ass never was

Royce you tarred and feathered up, stop fuckin' with us fo' we blow your truck we fuckin' you up

Cha Cha screamin', "Where's the love for me?"

That’s what happen when your ass a whore in the industry

And my voice get lost, and still get you a sale

Bust you bitch ass niggas do it via E-Mail

This is Killa Kaunn, top gun in this joint

Dude, my guns is blazing and they aimin' at Royce

I'm the number one street nigga

I got deadly aim, and you faggots won't remain, bullet to your brain

If you broke motherfuckers had a boss, I'll target that motherfucker, you already lost

Fuck Kino, he mad cause I won the Spitfest, that's a testament to the flow cause I spit best

Purple Gang BITCH!

[Hook: Proof]

Hey Detroit is you with me y'all? (HELL YEAH)

Is Royce from Detroit? (NO)

Straight off 7 Mile? (HELL NO)

Ain't he the king of the D? (NO)

Do y'all love Royce? (HELL NO)

[Verse 2: Ty Farris]

This nigga's sick, but i'mma cure his cold

Throw a tissue on a 40. Cal and blow his nose

You rock Rhinestones, you can't afford Diamonds

You the king of what city? stop lying (STOP LYING)

Got shells flying, out the Tommy Gun

Niggas bought his bootleg and wanted a refund

Nigga I ain't done, I always bring the drama

You wanna blow up, hugging a suicide bomber

Nigga I'll pop you if I see you on the streets

But I won't get a chance, you don't live in the D

You'll be resting in the peace if you cross the team

I'm the type to shoot your ass, and scream out "FREEZE!"

Nigga please, you don't bust slugs

You a internet gangsta, a E-mail thug

Never unloved, nigga, it's gonna be blood puddles

You're surrounded with more Eagles than McNabb in a huddle

[Hook: Proof]

(HELL YEAH!)

Y'all niggas scared of war? (NO)

Bow down to the king? (HELL NO)

Shouldn't I let this slide? (NO)

Y'all gonna let him outside? (HELL NO)

[Verse 3: Famous]

I said beat this bitch down, and take his cash

And shoot more holes in his face than a Jason mask

They whole crew is bitch and they captain his wood

He could get his card revoked but he not from the hood

Nigga this is Famous, East side reppin

We catch bodies like Firefighters on 9/11

So that chick better duck when they're tossed around

A slug'll have his stomach showin like an ultrasound

Fuck is y'all niggas is on, my whole clique is the crew

And Gay Little, we got AK's bigger than you (Bitch)

And you better duck if one fire

I'll have you slumped at home with a vest on like the umpire

Don't feel you a thug and strongarm

Cause all a wheelchair's gonna give you is strong arms

Yeah, you little niggas, we got the streets locked

And the only soldiers y'all ran with is a pair of Reeboks

Like it or not I'm the hottest around

40. Cal will blow the Rhinestones up outta your crown

Laying down, you sleeping with Tech's to your head

Wake you up with a toast like breakfast in bed

If you high and on P then you facing the streets

That's a whole lotta drama so watch your mouth

Cause if we drop by once and miss you, we gon' double back

And pop your dumbass more times than the sheet of bubble wrap

[Hook: Proof]

Do they got street credit ? (NO)

Ain't they built for war ? (HELL NO)

Is Detroit past 8 Mile ? (NO)

Does a real nigga lie ? (HELL NO)

[Outro: Proof]

Ayo, it's over, I'm officially announcing, it's over

Ain't no beef out here, ain't no competition, it's grown ass men to boys, When it come to the street shit, ya heard me

So y’all motherfuckers keep it in the mic booth

Don’t step out on the pavement, we'll leave it right there, you hear me, Purple Gang! Killa Kaunn! Famous! Flame! First Born! J-Hill! Kuniva! Real niggas, nigga! They spit lava saliva. Godfather. I.F. 2 Death, Kaiser Sozet, We do what we ‘sposed to, picture me on the poster, it’s over