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Lyrics

[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] Na na na na na, na na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na na [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] Na na na na na, na na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na na [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] Na na na na na, na na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na na Na na na na na, na na na na na