Beef Is Ova

Lyrics

[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