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[Proof]
Turn table terrorist
DJ Sublime record
Yo, what's up?
I wanna know what's up? (D12)
Hey y'all, it's Em production right here
Give it up, Slim Shady, he make good beats too
This his production, he told me he don't like this track
No, you know what I'm sayin'
But like, I like it though
f*ck it, mixtape

[Proof]
And you know it's all in this life without Christ to keep sane, nigga
Staying hot, loyal through plot, drinking the same liquor
More whack, dap dap, call him the brain splitter
f*ck around, tryna get it now, push the cane sniffer
He excuse, nigga a dog, it's all the same difference
Flashy or snatchy, see if your chain fit us
Leaving with, leaving with whoever came with us
Come out what we call the fool's system, the fame bit us
The gang bit us, no jitters, we keep a steady hand
While you deep in these streets, we already ran
Listen man, don't let your feelings wrestle your heart
There's like a bleeding drum, man, I wrestle y'all short
Look, life don't like you, I suggest that you part
Got some wolves in the club and they eat your flesh in the dark
Heartless like organ donors
Morning light 'til the morning, this they can't even hold the corners

What's up?
The same records that be motherf*cking asking y'all
What's up?
Hold the phone, what y'all wanna do to me
What's up?
D12 back in this bitch ass, we
What's up?
Heard me for life, Detroit say
What's up?
All my real motherf*ckers say
What's up?
50 Cent, G Unit say
What's up?
Obie Trice, motherf*ckers say
What's up?
It's Shady Records, nigga come on

[Proof]
D12 nigga, we back in the house
Big growth, straight from the grave
Recording artist, Conniver busy
Slim motherf*cking Shady
DJ Sublime right
Oh, we tryin' something
Lloyd Banks, motherf*cking ayo
50 Cent, see I'm screwed up
[Horny Mac]
Hold on bih, what's up baby?
It's your man's Mac Miller, you know aka penny scrappy
You know, you know how we get down baby
But yo, what's up with, what's up with the D
You know how we do it in the D, baby
Recognize, you know seven mile
School crowd, you know how we do it
All the way back to PA
You know we smacking niggas all day, cuz
These niggas don't want no trouble
This is how we get down in the d
Niggas don't understand how we get down
So let me tell you 'bout my nigga Grimwald and steak
You know, dope low, snacks
You know, my niggas
My nigga Dirty Mike back in the coupe, popping Xan's
You know how we get down
You know, the rappers who were running the D back in the day, back then
Getting money, we still getting money though
So continue to keep smacking that ass like it in the club
Knocking they ass out in the park
You know but you
Remind me back to a time right and let me do this again, right
You know? Just warming up

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