Bring It 2 Me

[Verse 1: Killa Kaunn]

I hear the deceit in your tone, see the fakeness in your eyes

You ain't never flipped a zone, let alone touched a pie

I'm real a hundred percent, the hustler's in me

Got O's for a dollar, or two for one-fifty

I handle beef like a basketball

Cross over the heat and slam dunk when your casket fall

I'll show up at your front do' with a fo' fo'

And let fo' go and leave you ass in a figure fo'

Snatch your Figaro, it never pays to stunt

Niggas searching for your head like a Easter hunt

Fake faggots who front get burnt 'til they ass learned

Put 24 on your chest like Jamal Mashburn

[Verse 2: Proof]

I dismantle a mic, the animal tight with mechanical mic

I'll punch the Earth and make the planet lose life

Granted the rights, my bandits trife, one handed the knife

For J.Lo, I'm a sick man in the night

And I'm planning to strike Santa and wife

Rob 'em a gift, leave 'em stranded with Phife (Dawg!)

I'm hard, bust ya leg with the Glock

How you want it, homie? Like Biggie or 'Pac?

Don't scrap with me, niggas seen what I did to your Pops

Most of y'all be acting bitch like Vivica Fox, I Kill Bill

You can ask 'em how the steel feel, shit, I'm real ill

And still trying to O.D. off this chill pill

[Chorus: Proof]

If you think this a diss, then maybe this is

Go handle you biz' (Iron Fist!)

If you want it with me, then bring it to me

So we can all see (Iron Fist!)

If you think this a diss, then maybe this is

Go handle you biz' (Iron Fist!)

If you want it with me, then bring it to me

So we can all see (Iron Fist!)

[Verse 3: Proof]

I'll break your bones and flesh up

Nothing to do with the Corona Extra

I'm a known molester, zones especia–lly

P-Roof, we be truth

This I.F. tat' alone'll make your peeps regroup (RUN!)

Pull a gat out fatter than a beer gut

And put heat to the side of your face like ear muffs

Clear up your face without Oxyten

My Glocks will send slugs that'll stop your wind

Let loose your oxygen, then box with men

Ready for ten rounds after a shot of gin

Who is hot as him? (Killa) Who is hot as them? (P.G.)

No one, this is not pretend

[Verse 4: Killa Kaunn]

From the land of Hollow Ville

Where niggas plot, the drama's real

If you ain't got a steel, you will get stole

Full cocked, summer day, one in the hole

Leaving you slumpin' and cold

With your mama running in the road, screaming, "Lord, no!"

I don't play, boy, so don't talk no shit

Stick to rap, your fake gangsta ass don't pop no clips

You more a bitch than Sisqó, and you not that nice

And that little shit you talk'll make you lose your life

You know I don't respect you, 'cause you very disrespectful

You hungry? Here, take a TEC-full

Ride on that, nigga, while you ride on out

I stick dick to your bitch then she ride your mouth, nigga

[Chorus: Proof]

If you think this a diss, then maybe this is

Go handle you biz' (Iron Fist!)

If you want it with me, then bring it to me

So we can all see (Iron Fist!)

If you think this a diss, then maybe this is

Go handle you biz' (Iron Fist!)

If you want it with me, then bring it to me

So we can all see (Iron Fist!)

[Outro: Dolo]

Yo! This is Dolo, nigga

Griswold and State

Yo, I'm tired of you motherfuckin' friendly-ass niggas in the club

Ya' know what I mean

Grabbing niggas' hands, wanting to smile all the goddamn time, nigga

Ain't no more friends out here, man, fuck that, man

See me in the club, nigga, don't even look my way

Nigga, I'll holler at you niggas, I'll clap one of y'all

Ya' know what I mean