[Hook 1: Proof & Dogmatic]
What you all about? This a call out
Knock 'em all out, real n***as blow your mouth out
Punch your grill in, how you feelin' this is our house?
Dumb n***a, what you thinkin 'bout?

[Hook 2 x2: Dogmatic]
Sicknotes Takes No Shorts from no one

[Verse 1: Bakarak]
N***as don't wanna get me pissed
Have you waving at your people without no wrist
Only n***a you know won't drink Cris'
For dumb n***as I got 2 sticks and fists
It ain't a crew out there that could fuck with this
I'm Devilish, like a demon, quick to bust guns and a semen
Ain't childish rapper with all that blingin'
My style ain't gonna switch from rap to singing
But I might rap a strangle
Any rap n***a I'll mangle, get buried
Give a fuck if he got kids or married
Simply trying to make my day like my name was Dirty Harry
If the industry was a movie I'll make the game scary
First n***a to put the world in the obituary
I'm the type to beat you in the face
With sticks like drums and it sound like (Uh Uh Uh!)
[Hook 1: Proof & Dogmatic]
What you all about? This a call out
Knock 'em all out, real n***as blow your mouth out
Punch your grill in, how you feelin' this is our house?
Dumb n***a, what you thinkin 'bout?

[Verse 2: J.U.S]
First off my flows is crucial
And the brain surgeon said I had the nerves to shoot you
Catch you in the street and front you out
Stay beyond [?] or I'll stomp you out
I'm crazier than a motherf- like 'Pac and Juice
Catch you at the liquor store, cock and let loose
And make your face resemble a Fruit Loop
Have you at the morgue shitting lead out your dukes (Uh!)
Trying to tempt me is risky, mighty gutsy
Ask Steve Stoute about Puffy, so when I tell you this shit trust me
Its not in your best interest to be on my shit list
Its really senseless, they get beat senseless
Change your name and relocate the Memphis
Only way they know who you is is by the dentist

[Hook 1: Proof & Dogmatic]
What you all about? This a call out
Knock 'em all out, real n***as blow your mouth out
Punch your grill in, how you feelin' this is our house?
Dumb n***a, what you thinkin 'bout?
[Hook 2 x2: Dogmatic]
Sicknotes Takes No Shorts from no one

[Verse 3: Dogmatic & Proof]
I'm the first n***a to yell "313!"
Since 19 motherfucking 93
Check my stats, I'm coming all over the track
Smack you backwards on 8 Mile when 'Matic attacks
Shit I killed K-Stone, as a matter of fact
We ain't forgot, Sicknotes shit be hot
I'm wide open like a spot you must be smoking rocks
To think that you can stop the 'Matic from reaching top
Beat you with a sock, stuffed with combination locks
If I ever saw, try to loco my block
Kevin's all stock, nothing artificial
And you'll never catch me without the clip in my pistol (The P!)

[Verse 4: Proof]
Power, pen, public's position
Proof besides pioneer, poetic prism
Pin point periodic poison playing Picasso
Perfect punk and perverted plus po'
Planning punishment to peers or any prick
Passively push pain, punks panic and run frantic
Don't give a fuck like many smart whores
Stick a mic in your forehead like dartboards
For the last B Boys, Brick City like asteroids
Skip up on your crew, 1 by 1, blast your boys
Set the world on fire after your umpire
This year a lot of bitch ass MC's gon' retire
[Hook 1: Proof & Dogmatic]
What you all about? This a call out
Knock 'em all out, real n***as blow your mouth out
Punch your grill in, how you feelin' this is our house?
Dumb n***a, what you thinkin 'bout?

[Hook 2 x2: Dogmatic]
Sicknotes Takes No Shorts from no one

[Outro]
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