fast with brain damage The name that some forgot, D12, it ain't hard to feel, guard ya grill, it's REAL! [chorus] [Outro:] Yeah, Big Proof, Grown Man Shit
the shit I speak Once this shit drop it's heard on every fuckin street like the sound of police who run the street really And every hood let you grow
homey Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down It's always off the chain man
me with love that's brotherly That didn't work, try another play Hut one, hut two, hut hut hurry up I'm reachin' up another grown man's butt Hike the
to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burn than
grew up with, they put him in the game Now they 'bout to take him out the game Man it's a shame, but you know how that shit go That's life in the fast
were duds Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods Situation they change, like faces and names Went from cool to plain, from lame to flame Man down or not, man
name pop in the 'jects Hate in your blood, green eyes, watching my step I'm all money like the Pres, no stopping the rest This is Stones and grown man
Kinko Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us [Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung
ate fast, and when I say "ate fast" I mean pullin' the pistol and givin' 'em 8 fast [Chorus] 100% hater proof 100% hater proof 100% hater proof
niggaz keep forcin my hand, disturbin my plans Bringin out the soldier in a peaceful man It's like tryin to build a house on sand; you never get a solid foundation, one man
big chain, frostbit bracelet to match Cats say, "I'm the shit man" The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won
you, I wonder what you'd do in that position. Try to make a profit or try to make a difference, Try to make 'em play your shit or try to make 'em listen
more to life then cars and gats So I chose to share the light and write my bars with that But niggaz scared to grow so they tend to hold you back They take this shit
chain, frost bit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do,
of milk an start to whistle, it's missle from the funk-nik, I can't see it, 40 Water, you killin me wit this cheap shit. Chorus *(Num, 40, Yuk)* '
start this song man I just want to thank everybody for being so patient And baring with me over these last couple of years While I figure this shit out