Derty Harry — текст песни (Proof)

Hey them horns ain`t extensions nigga listen
Real shit here
Haha
Face to face you got no heart
When I blow sparks you lean on me like Joe Clark
My mind is so dark
Its superficial
Nuclear Missile
Hit your body and your bones and I loose the grissle
Proofs official, D12 trademark
A man with no S big braveheart
Y`all ain`t even listen
No S big backwards is Gibson
Mel Gibson bravehearted
Now on to my mission
And since then no failure
I promised God to commit hommicide to niggaz wantin a free ride
Like the Amistad
I`m alive
And just started Anger Management To Late by Lonnie Clive
Part of ya mind
Dyin` to rhyme
Like Ronnie and Cline
Influenced the greatest
Like Ronnie and Todd
It ain`t no problem too hard
My solo like Do Lo
Been gettin` it
Like I ain`t been shittin` it!
CHORUS
(Y`all done start it)
Derty Harry
Contract mothafucker lets roll it right now!
(Y`all done start it)
Derty Harry
You the one on this
(Y`all done start it)
Derty Harry
Proof nigga I`m a wolf
(Y`all done start it)
Derty Harry
You can get some now!

In high school ofcourse I was the best in the lunchroom
Don`t make me get up out my seat bitch
I`ll punch you
I freestyle for fun but write for wealth
I`m so dope nigga even bite myself
I rap and will rappify you
Blast
And your just a baptist crier
and then add the black Messiah
We gat for hire
To let the techs growl
Put something in your body worse then the West Nile
I was born out of test tube glass
I suggest you blast nigga
Or catch sum flesh wound fast
I ain`t met a man that can wrestle gats
I`m right behind the top rappers like a neptune track
Ya L.P.?
I slept through that
Now guess who back
Unless you strapped with a vest and two gats
I suggest you pack
I`ll spread you flat then rescue rap
Hit your body so much that your flash won`t match
Mothafucker!

CHORUS

Fuck Osama for bombing in the racing buildings
I`ll bust him and hide him like Jason Williams
(I heard Bizzare and D12 be raping children!?)
Cut the hype dyke I`m trying to make a million
Take this pill then call me when you sober up
Turn the dyke from glad and soon I`ll make them hold my nuts
Seldomly seen is Elvis the King
But it`s Em thats got these kids nailed to the screen
I held the team
I-F
I got something on my chest thats hard to digest
I heard the streets talking
Seen
Offering
I`m checking my weapon
They mad cause I`m flossing bling
I lost my steam but a demon in human flesh hyped my up
Now my team is tightly cut
So sugar sugar, shot shot
If you didn`t get off it`s not my fault
The dog is back and y`all niggaz!

CHORUS



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