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Ups And Downs Ft. Proof (D12)

Ras Kass
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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