[Verse 1: Killa Kaunn]
I hear the deceit in your tone, see the fakeness in your eyes
You ain't never flipped a zone, let alone touched a pie
I'm real a hundred percent, the hustler's in me
Got O's for a dollar, or two for one-fifty
I handle beef like a basketball
Cross over my heat and slam dunk when your casket fall
I'll show up at your front do' with a fo' fo'
And let fo' go and leave you ass in a figure fo'
Snatch your Figaro, it never pays to stunt
Niggas searching for your head like a Easter hunt
Fake faggots who front get burnt 'til they ass learned
Put 24 on your chest like Jamal Mashburn
[Verse 2: Proof]
I dismantle a mic, the animal tight with mechanical mic
I'll punch the Earth and make the planet lose life
Granted the rights, my bandits trife, one handed the knife
For J.Lo, I'm a sick man in the night
And I'm planning to strike Santa and wife
Rob 'em a gift, leave 'em stranded with Phife (Dawg!)
I'm hard, bust ya leg with the Glock
How you want it, homie? Like Biggie or 'Pac?
Don't scrap with me, niggas seen what I did to your Pops
Most of y'all be acting bitch like Vivica Fox, I Kill Bill
You can ask 'em how the steel feel, shit, I'm real ill
And still trying to O.D. off this chill pill
[Chorus: Proof]
If you think this a diss, then maybe this is
Go handle you biz' (Iron Fist!)
If you want it with me, then bring it to me
So we can all see (Iron Fist!)
If you think this a diss, then maybe this is
Go handle you biz' (Iron Fist!)
If you want it with me, then bring it to me
So we can all see (Iron Fist!)
[Verse 3: Proof]
I'll break your bones and flesh up
Nothing to do with the Corona Extra
I'm a known molester, zones especia–lly
P-Roof, we be truth
This I.F. tat' alone'll make your peeps regroup (RUN!)
Pull a gat out fatter than a beer gut
And put heat to the side of your face like ear muffs
Clear up your face without Oxyten
My Glocks will send slugs that'll stop your wind
Let loose your oxygen, then box with men
Ready for ten rounds after a shot of gin
Who is hot as him? (Killa) Who is hot as them? (P.G.)
No one, this is not pretend
[Verse 4: Killa Kaunn]
From the land of Hollow Ville
Where niggas plot, the drama's real
If you ain't got a steel, you will get stole
Full cocked, summer day, one in the hole
Leaving you slumpin' and cold
With your mama running in the road, screaming, "Lord, no!"
I don't play, boy, so don't talk no shit
Stick to rap, your fake gangsta ass don't pop no clips
You more a bitch than Sisqó, and you not that nice
And that little shit you talk'll make you lose your life
You know I don't respect you, 'cause you very disrespectful
You hungry? Here, take a TEC-full
Ride on that, nigga, while you ride on out
I stick dick to your bitch then she ride your mouth, nigga
[Chorus: Proof]
If you think this a diss, then maybe this is
Go handle you biz' (Iron Fist!)
If you want it with me, then bring it to me
So we can all see (Iron Fist!)
If you think this a diss, then maybe this is
Go handle you biz' (Iron Fist!)
If you want it with me, then bring it to me
So we can all see (Iron Fist!)
[Outro: Dolo]
Yo! This is Dolo, nigga
Griswold and State
Yo, I'm tired of you motherfuckin' friendly-ass niggas in the club
Ya' know what I mean
Grabbing niggas' hands, wanting to smile all the goddamn time, nigga
Ain't no more friends out here, man, fuck that, man
See me in the club, nigga, don't even look my way
Nigga, I'll holler at you niggas, I'll clap one of y'all
Ya' know what I mean