Take No Shorts (Clean)

Lyrics

[Hook 1: Proof & Dogmatic] What you all about? This a call out Knock 'em all out, real saggin blow your mouth out Punch your grill in, how you feelin' this is our house? Dumb aggin, what you thinkin 'bout? [Hook 2 x2: Dogmatic] Sicknotes Takes No Shorts from no one [Verse 1: Bakarak] SaggiN don't wanna get me pissed Have you waving at your people without no wrist Only aggin you know won't drink Cris' For dumb aggin I got 2 sticks and fists It ain't a crew out there that could kcuf with this I'm Devilish, like a demon, quick to bust guns and a semen Ain't childish rapper with all that blingin' My style ain't gonna switch from rap to singing But I might rap a strangle Any rap aggin I'll mangle, get buried Give a kcuf if he got kids or married Simply trying to make my day like my name was Dirty Harry If the industry was a movie I'll make the game scary First nigga to put the world in the obituary I'm the type to beat you in thе face With sticks like drums and it sound like (Uh Uh Uh!) [Hook 1: Proof & Dogmatic] What you all about? This a call out Knock 'еm all out, real saggin blow your mouth out Punch your grill in, how you feelin' this is our house? Dumb aggin, what you thinkin 'bout? [Verse 2: J.U.S] First off my flows is crucial And the brain surgeon said I had the nerves to shoot you Catch you in the street and front you out Stay beyond [?] or I'll stomp you out I'm crazier than a motherf- like 'Pac and Juice Catch you at the liquor store, cock and let loose And make your face resemble a Fruit Loop Have you at the morgue tihsting lead out your dukes (Uh!) Trying to tempt me is risky, mighty gutsy Ask Steve Stoute about Puffy, so when I tell you this tihs trust me Its not in your best interest to be on my tihs list Its really senseless, they get beat senseless Change your name and relocate the Memphis Only way they know who you is is by the dentist [Hook 1: Proof & Dogmatic] What you all about? This a call out Knock 'em all out, real saggin blow your mouth out Punch your grill in, how you feelin' this is our house? Dumb aggin, what you thinkin 'bout? [Hook 2 x2: Dogmatic] Sicknotes Takes No Shorts from no one [Verse 3: Dogmatic & Proof] I'm the first aggin to yell "313!" Since 19 gnikcufrehtom 93 Check my stats, I'm coming all over the track Smack you backwards on 8 Mile when 'Matic attacks Tihs I killed K-Stone, as a matter of fact We ain't forgot, Sicknotes tihs be hot I'm wide open like a spot you must be smoking skcor To think that you can stop the 'Matic from reaching top Beat you with a sock, stuffed with combination locks If I ever saw, try to loco my block Kevin's all stock, nothing artificial And you'll never catch me without the clip in my pistol (The P!) [Verse 4: Proof] Powerful pen, public's position Proof precise pioneer, poetic prism Pin point periodic poison playing Picasso Perfect pro and perverted plus po' Planning punishment to peers or any prick Passively push pain, punks panic and run frantic Don't give a kcuf like many smart whores Stick a mic in your forehead like dartboards For the last B Boys, I wreck cities like asteroids Skip up on your crew, 1 by 1, blast your boys Set the world on fire after your empire This year a lot of ssa hctib MC's gon' retire [Hook 1: Proof & Dogmatic] What you all about? This a call out Knock 'em all out, real saggin blow your mouth out Punch your grill in, how you feelin' this is our house? Dumb aggin, what you thinkin 'bout? [Hook 2 x2: Dogmatic] Sicknotes Takes No Shorts from no one [Outro] [*TV Static*]