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
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
on down everyone that wants to get some plug in and boot, and boot <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> [Method Man] Yo
to Matic Matics matter to Proof We only trying to grab it this loose shit And thats the truth The C.E.O's (hahaha) don't wanna see me grow But now 'a
Jordan Ties swollen for no man with bold plans Sick of this rap shit thats why I listen to slow jams I'm a grown man, the talk of the strip Niggas think
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
your plates Crack your lenses clean like Benzene Cool like Menthol My shits the end all Majorly gain your speed slow your role You lie and like Pinochio your nose will grow
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
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
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
