[Verse 1: Proof & Ty Farris]
Intensify, was meant to fly
Exhibit A, tinted ay, no need to Pimp My Ride
Got the dough right n***as, I don't rent I buy
Popping pill after pill until my mental's fried
Big man on the campus, no gentle guy
Find peace in the sleep off the Indo high
Start a beef in the streets, watch your kinfolk die
"Proof can't spit" That's a simple lie
N***as we sold crack, the rest they flow wack
Ayo P give me a word to throw back! Intensify!"

[Verse 2: Ty Farris & Proof]
Send shots to your face, you meant to die
Bust off, touch the barrel and your skin'll fry
Can't trust no one, 'cause your friends'll lie
I see bitch in your boys, I think your mens a lie
I'm 'bout to floss, wait until you see the Benz I buy
'Til the day I die, I'ma defend the I
F., this crack music, my pen is high
I'm the future in the flesh, you can't contend with Ty
N***as we sold crack, the rest they flow wack
Ay P I got a word to throw back! Jugular!"

[Verse 3: Ty Farris & Proof]
My n***a Sup once told me to go for jugular
Cross the gang and in the hole where we dumping ya
The bullies of the block, you know we a [?]
Raised by the hood with the soul of a hustler
When we around, the hoes don't wanna fuck with ya
Still riding dirty in the Olds' with no mufflers
Fresh off the stove and sold to the customers
Fuck with Iron Fist and them Fo's wanna buck at ya
N***as we sold crack, the rest they flow wack
[Verse 4: Proof]
A rumbler that tell you tumble-ah
Humbled enough to make a loud n***a mumbler
Stabbed wound stumbler, mugging your daughter after hugging her
Studied her, bloody inside, your life I'm gutting ya
Stumbled ya, punching your bodybag, snuffing ya
So you don't really want nothing huh?
Snitching muffler, fool I'll bust at ya
If you so bad then bite, now what you huffing for huh?

[Bridge: J. Kidd]
Ay ay ay ay ay, hah hah hah hah hah hah
Ay ay ay ay ay

[Verse 5: J. Kidd]
Yo, motivated, amped up, no debating
Official statement, no patience, so creative
Texas Poker player holding Aces, toast is blazing
So amazing, no one greater, hold your faces
Piss me off, I'll have soldiers aiming at your house
And now your block is getting wet but it's not raining
I'm up North on the lake with my sinuses draining
Merking a thirty pack of High Life, dawg I'm not complaining, I'm just saying
The name's J. Kidd but I'm not playing
Your flow's not sick bitch stop faking, bring beef we like bacon
[Verse 6: Moe Dirdee]
I'm a pimp, eat lobster and shrimp
Walk with a slang, talk with a limp
Sparkle and chain cost me a grip, walk with a cane, walk of the pimp
You barking is strange, I'm off of the hip
Sparking a thang, depart with the inf'
Dark and deranged, dark as it get, the carpets are stained and chalk is a bitch
Your heart in your cage is starting to rip
My part in the game is awfully sick
I ain't changed none, momma's same son since grade school
Detroit like chilling at [?] at Chandler Park by the wave pool
We ain't dinners, chilli cheese on the fries
If you Detroit like I, middle fingers to the sky

[Verse 7: J. Kidd & Moe Dirdee]
Please believe your boys a beast
We shit on mics, turn booths into toilet seats
I don't care if you live or not
My n***a just got out the box, hah this morning (5 O'clock!)
I got Martell (5 a shot!)
Then let six fly out the Glock and catch five (You're probably shot!)
Ay, Woof Pac, Iron Fist, run it back
Deadly boys in here (Where the tables at n***a!)