I was once a little boy that used to beat on girls
But a little girl just told me
That if you beat on girls, she'll look at your dick
It'll shrink to a little weenie
And now I'm tryna be hangin' out with my people
And we all just tryna get faded
I can't understand why my man Faye lookin' like he's over-aged
Stress, stress, stress, stress
This is stress, stress, yes
This is the type of music that brings you
Big Proof, C-12, I.F
All the way to the D!
Shoutout to Rittz on the beat
You heard me, you heard me
One of the illest to spit, brooding with Rittz
Drillin' the bit, drill through the grill of a villainous snitch
Fillin' the ditch then building a bridge over they carcass
'Cause I'm mad Bush was voted in office
I'm a soldier that's heartless, I'll blow your shoulders apart
With canisters loaded with arsenic, motherfucker
I'm devoted to bossin', I'll have you holdin' your losses
And left cold in the darkness, motherfucker
P and Ras Kass is nuttier than a Mars bar
Free Star Wars Jedis, red eyes, star hard
But I ride with peace and came to peace
I'll blow your brain with peace, leave you with major beef
My piece full of lead for that ass
D-Twizzy, we ahead of the class
So don't speak until you're spoken to and know the truth
If the Polka Dot bitch niggas soakin' through
Now what goes up must come down
L.A. to the D, yeah, it's on, nigga, now
Now what goes up must come down
Smile now, cry later, turn your laugh to a frown
They say what goes up must come down
Take your ho to my telly, pick her up at the lost and found
Now what goes up must come down
If you touch one of ours, one of yours in the ground
When I'm alone in my cell, sometimes I stare at the bars
And in the back of my mind, I hear my conscience call
Telling me I need an alibi sweet as a dove
O.J., I see I need gloves
Young gay porn actor slash thug
Slap that bump out your nose, you're doing too many drugs, nigga
We last of a dying breed
Rap stars roll in Bugles and GTs
Party hard, get left by a tour bus
Then hitch a ride to the next state with two groupie broads, what
Love groupie love, but when it goes down
Tito Ortiz, we ground and pound
UFC shit, Ras spittin' on some true MC shit
But still that nigga that walk the streets, love from the hood
Hollywood niggas act up in the spot, catch slugs from the hood
Y'all see me at the bar, not speaking
Same fools lay everybody down All-Star Weekend
And niggas ain't playing, I'll stab you in the eye
With a can of alphabet soup so you can see what I'm saying
Now what goes up must come down
L.A. to the D, yeah, it's on, nigga, now
Now what goes up must come down
Smile now, cry later, turn your laugh to a frown
They say what goes up must come down
Take your ho to my telly, pick her up at the lost and found
Now what goes up must come down
If you touch one of ours, one of yours in the ground
Gone but not forgotten, only got it poppin'
Catch me doin' Mach 10 in the Bentley cockpit
Lifeless bodies droppin', watch my doggy coughin'
Heaven for a G? Guess you're doing songs with Pac then
I'ma pack this Glock then, find some hoes and toss 'em
Represent C-Arson, cross 'em out and cross 'em
Fuck what niggas talkin', faggots playin' possum
And when they reminisce over you, nigga, it's awesome
When it all goes down, then niggas break
Then niggas snake, then niggas fake
When the sun goes down, then niggas hate
Then niggas shake, them niggas cake
Word around town, them niggas thick
Them niggas sick, they movin' bricks
But when it all goes down, them niggas bitch
Then niggas switch, dog, they ain't shit
When it all goes down
Big Proof, ha, Ras Kass
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