I was once a little boy that used to beat on girls, but a little girl just told me
That if you beat on girls, you'll look at your dick and it'll shrink to a little weenie
And I don't try to be hanging out with my people and we're all just trying to get faded
I can't understand why my man looking like he's overage
Stress, stress, stress, stress
This is stress, stress, yes, yes
[?] Bring Joey
Fuck it
Big Proof Rest In Peace
D12! Yeah! I.F. (I.F.)
All the way to the D! Hah
Shoutout to Riffs on the beat!
Heard me? Heard me?
Ayo, P, get at 'em, go!
One of the illest to spit, brilliant with writs
Drilling a big drill through the grill of a villainous snitch
Filling the ditch, then building a bridge over their carcass
'Cause I'm mad, Bush was voted in office
I'm a soldier that's heartless
I blow your shoulders apart with cannons that's load with arsenic (Motherfucker!)
I'm devoted to bossing
I have you holding your losses, and left cold in the darkness (Motherfucker!)
Please realise Kass is nuttier than Mars bars
We Star Wars Jedis, bet I spar hard
But arrive with a PCK of G's
I'll blow your brain into pieces, leave your remains in peace (Preach!)
My piece full of lead for that ass!
D Twizzy, we the head of the class!
So don't speak until spoken to, and know the truth
If the polka dot [?] bitch nigga, it's over for you
Now what goes up must come down
L.A. to the D! Yeah it's on nigga now!
Now what goes up must come down
Smile now, cry later, turn your laugh to a frown
They say what goes up must come down
Take your hoe to my, pick her up at the lost-and-found!
And what goes up must come down
And if you touch one of ours, one of yours in the ground!
When I'm alone in my cell, sometimes I stare at the bars
And in the back of the mind I hear my conscience call
Telling me I need an alibi, sweet as a dove
O.J. I see I need gloves! (Re-Up!)
Young gay porn actor slash thug
Slapped that bump out your nose, you're doing too many drugs nigga!
We last of a dying breed
Rap stars rolling Bugle's and GT's
Party hard, you're left by our tour bus
Then hit a ride to the next date, with two groupie broads
What? I love groupie love, when it's goes down
Tito Ortiz, we ground and pound
UFC shit, Ras spittin' on some true emcee shit
But still that nigga that walks the streets
Love from the hood
Hollywood niggas act up in their spot, catch slugs from the hood
Y'all see me at the bar not speaking
Same pool player, everybody down all star weekend
And niggas ain't playing
I stab you in the eye with a can of alphabet soup so you can see what I'm saying
Now what goes up must come down
L.A. to the D! Yeah it's on nigga now!
Now what goes up must come down
Smile now, cry later, turn your laugh to a frown
They say what goes up must come down
Take your hoe to my, pick her up at the lost-and-found!
And what goes up must come down
And if you touch one of ours, one of yours in the ground!
Gone but not forgotten, known he got it popping
Catch me doing Mach 10 in the Bentley cockpit
Life is bodies dropping, watch [?] coffin
Heaven for a G? That shit [?] popping?
I'ma pack this Glock then, find some mugs and toss 'em
Represent [?] cross 'em out and floss 'em
Fuck what nigga's talking, faggots playing possum
And when they reminisce over you, they getting tossed up
When it all goes down, yeah niggas drank
Then niggas snake! Then niggas faint! When the sun goes down
Then niggas hate! Then niggas shake!
Them niggas can't! Word around town
Then niggas spit! Them niggas sick!
They moving bricks! But when it all goes down
Them niggas bitch! Them niggas switched!
Dawg they ain't shit! When it all goes down
Yo, yo
Big Proof, hah, Ras Kass
