[Intro: Proof]
Hah, hah, hah hah
Promat format right at your dormat
Back from Disneyland, hear me? (We ain't playin' no mo')
Back in the gutter (We ain't playin' games no mo')
We got the ropes for this now (We ain't playin' no mo')
We got the ropes down fam, hah! (We ain't playin' games no mo')

[Verse 1: Proof]
You want beef then you don't want teeth
There ain't an ass on this map that I won't beat
Put your guard up or start the gunplay
Then press 911, I'm on the runway
God made you from dirt, now you're re-routing
Them killers needing work, call 'em G-Unit
How you calling to war without heat?
Or trying to box me with your heart in your mouthpiece
Doubt me and this gun I have
Have your feet moving faster than weed sacks on Runyon Ave
Everything I spit is dopе like I swallow bricks
Follow hints, I'm the wrong one to squabblе with
Our first date, you kiss the canvas
You must understand we're from different planets
See you talk shit when you deep plus holding a fo' fo'
I talk shit when sober and solo (OH NO!)
Don't fuck with the P-ster
Never got a check from the city but I'm a streetsweeper
Gets deeper, your punches move slow like weak reefer
You fucking with a beef creature (WOOF!)
Don't gang bang, I bang gangs
Only a square ass n***a think that's the same thang
Got no problem putting a doggy to sleep
You know the ol' saying, if you feeling froggy then leap
[Chorus x2: Proof]
Punks about to get beat down!
Come One Come All
Punks about to get beat down!
We bombing on all of y'all

[Verse 2: Dogmatic]
Come one, pump two, pump chumps and all
Get bagged up against the wall, I have no flaws
Take a n***a with french braids and burn 'em bald
Shit scaled 'em with hot water, call me Paul
More jagged than a [Remy?]