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tear this bitch up - promatic lyrics

[dogmatic]
what?
i’m the first n*gga to come, and the last to leave
first dude to pull a dillenger from under my sleeve
take it out and take out about 10 mc’s
runnin’ they cheese, now i’m rolling chrome on these
h0m* please, dogmatic party with these freak b*tches
but i don’t want no parts of disease
so i strap with my jimmy ‘n put remy in me
vip, in the back of chocolate city
t*h*c all in my pee, i’m blazed up
151 proof in proof’s cup, we sparking blunts
smackin’ b*tches on the b*tt in the club, punk
cuz the owner know what’s up, get f*cked up!
if i said “detroit what” n*ggas smoke up, smash liquor out ya cup
get ya throat cut, straight flipping sh*t over
d*matic and d12 in a range*rover

[chorus – proof]
f*ck them bouncers in this bar, we will tear this b*tch up
f*ck them hoes, and them cars, we will tear this b*tch up
f*ck the law, and the vice, we will tear this b*tch up
f*ck your life, and your ice, we will tear this b*tch up

[proof]
there’s a seed to be born that’s evil, deceitfully scorned, is your people informed?
they need to be warned
read on my arm d12 hittin’ weed in a bong
they’ll stuff you until your f*cking breathing is gone
your moms scream “leave him alone”
show up at your gravesite, and pee on your stone
imagine your pastor, what you think they mad for?
is when we blast your little assh0l*
was bucking as a freshman in my d*dot days
back when this n*gga kid was e not cage
run up in your club, put a gun up in your mug
hot slugs that dug through your stomach, and your lungs
with dogmatic, say it backwards without the t
see, i am god, throughout the d
just hear my name proof and run p*ss down your leg
grab a bottle and bust a bouncer’s head
[chorus – proof]
f*ck them bouncers in this bar, we will tear this b*tch up
f*ck them hoes, and them cars, we will tear this b*tch up
f*ck the law, and the vice, we will tear this b*tch up
f*ck your life, and your ice, we will tear this b*tch up

[dogmatic]
one, two, three and to the four
me and big proof chipped your tooth at the show
flipping over tables spilling ginny ‘n mo

[proof]
that’s what the f*ck you freaks be feeling me fo’
ready to buck, with the pettiest thug
“he alive as h*ll”
you said you’d bust, in his head with the slugs, he bled his blood

[dogmatic]
yo, you be a dead*ass n*gga in a dead*ass club
doodie, what’s up? detroit taking sh*t over
crunching through the industry like a bull dozer
we the new school, fool, my hot sh*t colder

[proof]
we muscle punks for big faces and fold ’em over
i’m sick*noted, a raw savage
put a moet bottle to y’all cabbage
which one of y’all thugs wanna cause static
with big proof, and that fool?
(dogmatic!)
[chorus – proof]
f*ck them bouncers in this bar, we will tear this b*tch up
f*ck them hoes, and them cars, we will tear this b*tch up
f*ck the law, and the vice, we will tear this b*tch up
f*ck your life, and your ice, we will tear this b*tch up
(x2)

- promatic lyrics

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