[Verse 1: MC Breed]
I'm in it with y'all (Okay)
Hit big, cash out, spend it with y'all (Hah hah)
Win at the casino bitch I'm spendin it all (Hey)
Leave in my Spreewells spinnin' for y'all, I'm in it for y'all
Fact is (wuddup), my contents have character
Plays the background while I'm listenin to amateurs, with no stamina (Uh-uhh)
Compared to my flow you're more or less recycled, career's on idle, keep it comin though
If there's anyone or anybody that's potent enough, I wanna know
Gorilla, and I'm iller, than a fifth of
Hennessy and Belve', a big bagger killer
Popcorn popper, won't stop 'til I cop E-
-nough trees to get the whole world fucked up
I'm out of MI, so when I say "Whatupdoe"
Y'all n***as put it on the flow

[Chorus 1: MC Breed]
And where you gettin it from, I want (One, too)
Oh you got some of those, I got (One, too)
You got a fine ass broad, I got (One, too)
And I'm drivin a Benz that get (To, one)
Oh you got one rolled, I got (One, too)
And a fat bank roll, I got (One, too)
You got a house on the hills, I got (One, too)
And I'm drivin a Benz to get (To, one)
[Verse 2: MC Breed]
Uhh, nothin' but that Cuervo Gold and cold Corona
Plug with them Eses that live in Arizona
Yeah, put it on your [barber?] n***a, know I'm on ya'
Shake them haters off as soon as they get on ya'
Popcorn, all through my perfecto
All I do is chiefin', it's hard for me to let go

[Verse 3: Proof]
Tecs blow like Del Rio
From the land of Air Force Ones, Detroit scum blow (Cuatro Cincos!)
If you want it, if we got it, the getting is good
The best thing moving like a brick in the hood
I'm wishing you would stumble out the club
Fuck your slack (n***a) we can rumble out in floods (C'mon)
We fuck by choice but fight when we can (Uh huh)
I'm good with the mic, but I'm nice with my hands (C'mon)
I ain't for bangin', unless the ass hanging
My last name ain't Kelly, but give me brain bitch (C'mon)

[Chorus 2: Proof]
The name of my crew is D (One, two)
You got some pills in your pocket, I want (One, too)
You got a knock baby boy, I got (One, too)
And I'm ballin on y'all like this is (Two, one)
You got a tab' in your hand, I got (One, too)
You got a gun on your waist, I got (One, too)
You got a Roley on your wrist, I want (One, too)
And I'm pullin my heat to get (To, one)
[Verse 4: Proof]
This is high octane that bang within block range
Nothin but cold blood flow in my hot veins
My shot aim with the pistol ain't the issue
Got the title, "Battle Disciple" came to diss you
Let's get to The Source with mics all I need black
'Cause 5 mics together only makes feedback
I'm what every rapper dread like beeswax
Snatch a rapper out his Timbs like stems on weed sacks
(He's back!) Bitch, I never left
Every step has been Proof to the fact that I'm evidence
That Detriot co-co locos
The flame slow flow where the snow blow and they roll 'dro
My tendencies to spit, end MC's real quick
Pass the Hennessy sips, enemies get ripped
The penalty and finally your memory dissolve
The energy is wild, mentally I'm foul
The entity now, howls instead of growl
Already raw, cookin', looking for shook ones to set 'em down
Don't worry about my record sales
(I know this ain't the same Proof that's in D12!)
Damn skippy, my hands swiftly grab a mic
Any man gifted stand with it, it's battle night
Soon as I get in the booth, spittin' the truth
This ain't for the billboards, this is strictly for you
[Chorus 1: MC Breed]
And where you gettin it from, I want (One, too)
Oh you got some of those, I got (One, too)
You got a fine ass broad, I got (One, too)
And I'm drivin a Benz that get (To, one)
Oh you got one rolled, I got (One, too)
And a fat bank roll, I got (One, too)
You got a house on the hills, I got (One, too)
And I'm drivin a Benz to get (To, one)

[Outro x8]
One, two
One, two
One, two
Two, one