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promatic - shootatchu كلمات الأغنية

[intro: proof]
hah
check it out
sound similar huh? it’s not it though
this is sicknoted
ayo, it’s d12
big proof, derty harry
promaticness
pass me the heater n_gga
told you

[verse 1: proof]
any mic i babysit it, i stay the illest
i play with feelings, i send you to marvin g_ye and phyllis
i’m high man, kid when i can on dry land
amendment in my hand will k!ll an innocent bystan
no er, you need cpr after watching a vcr
go [?] peeping your mom
f_ck s_x, i’m a tec shooter
mind full of crime like __lex__ luther
a poisonous trooper
k!ll all your baby momma friends so your son won’t have no boys in his future
f_ck paul mooney for tryna diss em
so i’ma diss him and that fool that kissed kim
just in: an important news flash
“they just keep their tongue out proof ass”
i’m too fast with the crazy methods
“why weren’t you on sh_t on you?” ask shady records
i’ll shoot at you, throw two at you
have my dogs throw a round like a hula_hoop
f_ck a brawl with you
i got tec’s, grenades, and nine millimeters and they all for you
you life’ll get ended today [?]
[?] lay and play with timothy mcvay
you should’ve seen ray j when detroit got lifted
all he could say was “oh wait a minute”, i’ll shoot at you!
[chorus: dogmatic & proof]
at your job, at your school, at your girl, at you (i’ll shoot at you)
(i…will…shoot…at…you)
at your mom, at your mom, at your truck, at your grandma too (i’ll shoot at you)
[can your?]
at your pops, at your [?], at your jewels, at you (i’ll shoot at you)
(put…a…hole…in…you)
at your shop, at your wrist, at your customers too (i’ll shoot at you)
(with this [?])

[verse 2: proof]
compliments, and i’m the sh_t with a rhyme to spit
“if you’re dope then give me a line to sniff”
here! “inhale?” yeah, that’s probably where i’ll see you again
“where?”….in h_ll
a lawless figure from the insane clinic
a flawless k!ller, f_ck a rap game gimick
too many biting, come with the same image
and in the same sentence they bit for fame in it
the fact is i’m doper than the packages that jump the borders
i hate you, and dumb reporters
“proof your raps don’t benefit drugs do it?”
shut up while i’m tryna screw with jennifer love hewitt
y’all avoid beef like a scary virgin
and talk around the fight like larry merchant
i’m the mellow trife, ghetto type
and last time you heard me was on devil’s night
“but you don’t it was dumb for slim to carry a gun”
nah i’m love hearing nickle, harry that’s fun
the very next one to pop lips
a glock spit a rocket straight through your optics now let me c_ck it
now it’s one in the chamber, you’re running from danger
ain’t worried about guardian, big pun is my angel
f_ck the world, that’s the reason we all high
before i k!ll you please tell jesus i said hi, i’ll shoot at you!
[chorus: dogmatic & proof]
at your job, at your school, at your girl, at you (i’ll shoot at you)
(i…will…shoot…at…you)
at your mom, at your mom, at your truck, at your grandma too (i’ll shoot at you)
[can your?]
at your pops, at your [?], at your jewels, at you (i’ll shoot at you)
(put…a…hole…in…you)
at your shop, at your wrist, at your customers too (i’ll shoot at you)
(with this [?])

- promatic

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