[Intro: Dogmatic]
Promatic, Big Proof, Dogmatic
We jackin' that, yo

[Verse 1: Dogmatic]
Dogmatic 'bout to put this down right here in the Motown
We making haters frown, I'm snatching off your crown
So punk don't come around, I got my heaters now
Sicknotes got the antidote, Big Proof, take 'em out

[Verse 2: Proof]
My mind on my enemies, with [?]
A cup full of Hennesey, Proof got the remedy
Never pretend to be monstrous damn
I really miss 'Pac and B.I.G

[Verse 3: Proof]
Ain't nobody dope as we 'cause we just so fresh and clean
(So fresh and so clean, clean)
Dogmatic and that Proof emcee and we come from the three thirteen
(Thе three thirteen, teen)

[Verse 4: Proof]
I'm loving the D, hugging my peeps
Sicknoted, thugging in the jeep and thеn I creep up in your sleep
[Verse 5: Dogmatic]
So when I skeet, I'ma repeat these sweet lyrics on CD
When we humping and we bumping in your jeep

[Verse 6: Proof & Dogmatic]
Y'all don't wanna mess with us
Promatic stacking them pesos
We got better made chips and nuts
Y'all can watch it all die with Faygo
Underground platinum plus
Still banging hits in the streets though
Y'all sounding dope to us
We got Sicknotes to jack your beat though

[Verse 7: Proof]
So if you got beef with P.O.G
Then holler at me, the big ol' P

[Verse 8: Dogmatic]
If you got beef with big ol' P
Then holler at me, the D.O.G

[Verse 9: Proof]
I got no problems with repping me, shining like weaponry
Got beef [?] the seven seas, Sicknoted, that's Pep indeed
My crew is D12, the [rest is Email?]
You faker then [Lee Nell?], make some noise females
[Verse 10: Dogmatic]
Explosive, Detroit hits
Attrocious, imperial pistol packing hypnosis
I play with those, I just ain't saying flows
So if you see me on the Mile, I might be throwing blows

[Verse 11: Proof]
We love Detroit, gimme some mo'
Promatic spitting the raw
P [?]
D.O.G., better than [?]
Knock knock knock! Let us in
Fake little snakes, shed your skin
Spit that sick, we the medicine
313, we the veterans

[Verse 12: Dogmatic]
If you ain't got enough then give me some mo'
[?] like a trees and a bottle of Moe
Me and Big Proof 'bout to steal the show
Pull a tight hottie and [?]
If you wanna get blazed then just me know
I'll blow your wig back 'til your brain show
Get high and [?] on DIP doe
If you ain't got blunts then go to the sto'
[Verse 13: Proof & Dogmatic]
'Cause we just wanna rock you
No pushing and shoving chump, you know the dealy
Promatic's coming through
And we spitting some quality rhymes
We just wanna rock you
No pushing and shoving chump, you know the dealy
Promatic's coming through
And we spitting some quality rhymes

[Verse 14: Proof]
Ayo whatup boo, you love the style that Proof provides
I ripped the most from the East to the West sides
See me gatored up, Timbs to the [Oochie Wally?] be
Every lady say it with me Oochie Wally

[Verse 15: Dogmatic & Proof]
Ayo, flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Ayo, P that's a dope beat, pass that
We jacked our own homeboys, now how cold is that?
Promatic is phat

[Verse 16: Dogmatic]
Oh no! Proof and Dogmatic in the house fo' sho'
Let's get smart and drop this flow
Don't act like you never heard Detroit befo'
All these tricks in here

[Verse 17: Proof]
Spitting for the Mitten, writtens, they're forbidden
Kicking, hitting skills that's hitting, never be tricking
Precission mission for the Motor City vision
Got no time or dime to waste on a pigeon

[Verse 18: Dogmatic]
NO! You should know
You should know, my baby mama knows

[Verse 19: Dogmatic]
We got money in the bank account, hands on our funds
Keep my baby mama counting all ones
Child support want it but they can't have none
Na na na na na na na na

[Verse 20: Proof]
Tired of rap, rap is tired
My gat get fired, I'm a black, retired acid trier
Rap [?] Is that so? Cash flow
Meet me at the cat's [?]

[Verse 21: Dogmatic]
Smoke the ground, shake it down, I'm a terror
[?] the park, I'll rub off his mascara
Kevin and all, I'm at the mall with Derty Har-a
"Make my day", I'll but through your umbrella

[Verse 22: Dogmatic]
If there's any haters in the game hating on Big P
And me (He better stay low!)
Talking trash in the party when you off of that E
I think (She better stay low!)
If you yelling "Sicknotes" in the hood
But you ain't from my gang (You better stay low!)
Promatic in your mouth, attacking you like The World Trade
And we make dough (Believe that)