MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
proof - trapped
[Eminem]
Big Proof, rest in peace dude and we love you
We just wanna keep makin you proud huh...
P-P-P-P-P-P-P
[Proof]
My life is trapped in these line's, that's why I'm packin these nine's
I gotta rap I ain't dyin', that's in the back of my mind
Got a strap made of iron, can't relax on his grind
Bendin' over backwards for these slackers, 'til I'm snappin' my spine
Natural high, gotta focus, on these bogus poachers
Lookin' over my shoulder, Proof get it poppin' like soda, hold up
[Eminem] We nothin' but soldier's!
[Proof] Slow up
[Eminem] This gun is loaded!
[Proof] Roll up
[Eminem] They beefin' we leavin' 'em coked up!
[Proof]
If Em say it, I spray it, if he will it, I kill it
We kill packs to get iller in Detroit, hope y'all can feel it
Real as this gun on my waistline, and woah we don't waste time
(Ja) mad he can't take a punch and 50 can take nine
We got school craft here at the 7, 8, and text her
I'm up in Holly, spendin' dollas, ain't feelin' no pressure
Yes sir, your texture is bitch, betcha' you flinch
When Proof shoot up they coupe, and waste your whole clique
proof - high rollers
(feat. B-Real, Method Man)
[B-Real]
Loaded, dazed, confused..
I'm in the Esco' rollin the crisp weed
You know that I'm never ever blazin the Bush weed
You know you're on cloud nine fuckin with me duke
Be sure that I'm the crisp man waitin to see Proof
Some say I'm high on life and I don't need your herbs
I'm gettin high every time that you speak your words
Well I'm glad that means more for me son
I hit the bong so hard they call me green lungs
They say that I'm the buddah master, "Rock Superstar"
You know the homie with the weed laced candy bar
Now I'm blazin it non-stop, you feelin me fam?
You see, everywhere I go it's like Amsterdam
We blow the smoke in the air now you smellin my strain
It's the O.G. bush just clouded your brain
See I'm ready for fo'-twenty mo' honeys get dough for me
All of them Mary, it's scary, they get you most stony
[Chorus: B-Real, Method Man, Proof]
[BR] Hittin the blunts and bongs
[MM] Puffin those trees and leaves
[Pr] Comin with E and Vic's
[BR] You know it's on tonight, roll it and pass the light
[BR] Sittin up top of the world
[MM] Gettin on top of your girl
[BR] Crack on those poles and pipes
[Pr] You know it's on tonight
[BR] Roll it and pass the light
[Proof]
You know your man's royal can be Ishmael {?}
Wasn't even finished my drink and thinkin 'bout refills
They got the dro, I'm fin' to roll off these E pills
And I'm the (Proof), got on my (Method) so (Be-Real)
A retired weed head that need bread for trickin
Off on a mission to find bitches for sausage lickin
Engulfed in liquids, Xena's and perkasets
I jam like I don't know how to work the tec
Nine times outta ten I'm high off the Henn'
Never lie for a trend tryna die on a binge
Biscuits is poppin, ain't no stoppin like Hendrix and Joplin
'til I find out where Biggie and 'Pac went
Profit of coppin, most often is gobbled
Stackin my chips high 'til they auction a Pablo
Pills to swallow, momma don't cry I send you drugs
Tryna get my mind stuck "In the Middle" like Monie Love - whaaaat?
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
I semi-automatically spit flows at trash
Anatomically equipped to rip shows in half
If I speak a little fast you get whiplash
Promoters better get the kid cash or get whipped ass
Got some zig-zags and a dutch, let's get smashed
My little zip bags got more riders than Six Flags
And while y'all get gassed, I'm proceedin to get high
Got weed like Mary J. is (All I'm Needin) to get by
Tical motherfucker, run for cover when shit fly
One hand is on the lye, the other hand on yo' bitch thigh
How many wanna try, Mr. Meth and his clique? Yes
That's kinda farfetched like me passin a piss test
Okay, let's (Be-Real), here's the (Proof), we need cash flow
Might catch me in the movies lightin up in the back row
For sho', Killa Bee back, black we don't need that
It's fo'-twenty ho, now where the fuck is yo' weed at?
In fact..
[Chorus]
proof - forgive me
(feat. 50 Cent)
[Verse 1- Proof]
Barely raised by my dysfunktional fam
Here I stand as a dysfunktional man
Quick temper, short fuse, and pissed at God
Demons pullin' at my soul till its ripped apart
Sickest heart, mama that fire I started it
Fuck the fireman logic of the closet while the wires shit
Was positive for bout a ??? to bust nuts
Then bust up, and a mama that don't show her son enough love
That's why I run from my first son
And force these chicken head bitches to get abortions
I married the game, my mistress is fame
My girl packed her close, shit she know I ain't gon' change
Go insane in the world, evil is ???
I done shot at houses, people and cars
The deeper the scars, the worst is the history
God you ain't gotta forgive me, just don't forget me
[Hook- 50 Cent]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to stay ontop
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again
[Verse 2- Proof]
And most importantly, I'm tryna support my seeds
Can't seem to get away from them court and fees
Embroidery of my hood across my heart disorderly
Breakin' in houses of people who ain't got more than me
Accordingly, I'm movin' error
Gotta face the fact though, I can't fool this mirror
Neglecting my daughter and tryna blame on how I was brought up
Like I'm a product of my environment, why ain't I shot up
Got up today like why you let me breathe again
And with each breath I feel death is creepin' in
Thinkin' sin is a ??? and I'ma finish last
My pen and ??? caught my life as each minute passed
Passed minutes, I shook sin and took drugs
I did right by you but still you took Bugz
Then caught me in adultry, fought me
For not knowin' in through the dark streets
You want me, talk to me
[Hook- 50 Cent]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to stay ontop
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again
[Verse 3- Proof]
Its the wrists thats a rush to rush my wrists into cuffs
Its like a fight for your attention and love
Speakin' of Bugz, give me a hint from above
If he not you know I wanna be shit when I'm done
Kid outta wedlock so my lady frontin'
I love Em cause he gave me somethin'
A positive anything is better than a negative nothin'
I was on the edge of death ready to jump in
Its hard when you can't find love anywhere
And just because the rev ??? don't really care
Pop fo' crack with a sufferin' past
I dream of black and white, the world color me bad
Other than sad, painful and stressed
Life is good with the wealth that's tangled with death
Control board or control the school
I've sinned amongst men and my soul is yours
[Hook x2- 50 Cent]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to stay ontop
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again
proof - sammy da bull
[Hook- Nate Dogg]
All these Niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal
3000 miles away and I can hear you still
Half these Niggass snitchin' yo and that's for real
I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal
If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal
I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel
[Verse 1- Proof]
??? to his bases no movie script
No yay, no pounds, no oozie clips
Not a car, no bling, no ??? bitch
You got all of these rappers sayin' they moving bricks
They whole clique switch with ???? and tics
If you truly bitch then they usually snitch
In a round about way, I say my tully spit
But if it come to comin' a plea, it include the fifth
The mood is flipped, cause spirits need a diaphram
Gangsta rappers with murderer for hired hands
Police in wired vans callin' us pirate clans
Government guided hands with private plans
To damage the game its a shame they don't survive the scam
Cause we high off liquor, bitches with vicodan
??? we gon' strike again, so trifling
Got kids idoling the vests and rifling
While you make a fake life with pens
Glorify the hood but never a bible hymn
And as the streets keep trying him
Until the feds indite the fans just for buying it
Here's the violin
[Hook- Nate Dogg]
All these Niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal
3000 miles away and I can hear you still
Half these Niggas snitchin' yo and that's for real
I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal
If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal
I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel
[Verse 2- Swifty McVay]
I knew the guy that told a guy that I'm the guy that gave the guy a half a P
Now the police is after me, askin' me questions, tellin' me shit you only knew
Pulled up on me out the blue, all this shit because of you
Why you do somethin' cruel bitch? Snitchin' like Sammy Bull
Now you're life's fucked up and I'm announcin' you responsible
And I'ma cut the fuck up and what you gon' do is sit your ass there
So what ain't nothin' fair when a nigga like you get carried away without ya lips
And they wonderin' why Swifty McVay be killin' shit
I drop you off and get lost, come back the same day
With your tongue cut off, nigga its cursed anyway
You're the one who can't count, so give my gees up
And when it come to shootin', you the one who freeze up
That's why your broke ass can swallow these nuts
And folks ass tryna follow everything that reads up
On the reports you made, I will escort you to your grave
Tryna see me behind bars so you can get paid
That's negative, you threaten my life I can't let you live
Then you think that it'll catch up to your mama and your kids snitch
[Hook- Nate Dogg]
All these niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal
3000 miles away and I can hear you still
Half these niggas snitchin' yo and that's for real
I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal
If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal
I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel
[Verse 3- Proof]
If you hittin' for slugs that blazed by killas
Now the game ain't changed, these niggas out here praisin' squealas
Go Proof, my behaviors iller when tellin' the truth
Expunge my gun nigga like any paid felon would do
My spokin' is well in the truth, you inhalin' the proof
>From the block to the jello, the booth
Bad boy image shall illuminate in silence
Gangsta, one that communicates through violence
Not through yappin' or hostile rappin'
Up on TV, vest up and glocks go flashin'
Its all actin', ya'll just don't see the director behind the camera
That yells out action!
Blowin' off the door hands to avoid the orbits
Why the masses have supported recorded performance
There's enormous shortage of poor kids with new deals
They woke up all distorted and tortured
And I ain't losin' like Pac, there's rules on my block
I'm from Detroit bitch it ain't cool to be shot
[Interlude]
[Gunshots]
Is he still alive?
Yea yea I think so
All right great, let's sign him
[Hook- Nate Dogg]
All these niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal
3000 miles away and I can hear you still
Half these niggas snitchin' yo and that's for real
I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal
If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal
I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel
proof - pimplikeness
(feat. D12 & Traci Nelson)
[Ad libs for first 8 seconds]
[Proof]
Aiyyo, she a freak and I love the way she move to the beat
Ass and titties bouncin, she ain't movin her feet
Put 20 in her bra, stiff dick had many in her jaw
Probably hit plenty in the raw (nasty bitch)
I wanna see this bitch naked on my livin room flo'
And yo bitch, I ain't givin up no dough, fo'sho'
You can be my best friend but Em might get mad
Don't call me Daddy bitch, I fuck better than your dad
Let me get up in that ass like I'm ridin horseback
Fuck a sponge, I need a tool to clean my ball sack
I pop my collar, don't pop your bra strap
If you hang up the phone then bitch don't call back
18's on ice, you ain't seen that befo'
Actin like you ain't seen my bling through the do' (bling)
I move to a ho, just for one reason
Cause bitches need 9-1-1 for no reason
[Chorus: Proof] + (Eminem)
(I'm somethin like a pimp)
A diamond{?} trick, but you ain't seein no chips, young ho
(I said I'm somethin like a pimp)
Can't go on trips, so you could suck my dick, yes bitch
(I'm somethin like a pimp)
You could swallow or spit, and make me rich, oh girl
(I'm somethin like a pimp)
Get that money witcha switch, I walk with a limp, big P
(Said I'm somethin like a pimp)
[Kuniva]
I never treat 'em like they wanna be treated, bitch beat it
Your purpose'll be defeated if you think that you're needed
Now what do you tell a chick who has two black eyes?
You ain't gotta tell her nothin, you just told her twice
And I don't wanna put my hands on ya, I got a plan for ya
Get with my mans, he gon' lay a couple grand on ya
So fresh and so clean, she know the routine
It's such a - wonderful thing, money flow like ravines
They say "Kuniva, get a clothin line" but I'ma chill
Cause when cotton ain't sellin pussy always will
And these women they be knowin the deal
That's why these niggaz be blowin a mil' just to keep a ho in they grill
And I ain't never been a pimp, I'm somethin like one though
I fuck 'em and leave 'em, you always love or like that ho
Cashin 'em out, they never get ahold of my chains
They only get that swollen up thang, I'm showin 'em game
[Swifty McVay]
Hah, you was a sucka when you met her, she dogged you cause you let her
See I tell a bitch quick, if you knew better you'd do better (bitch)
They realizin I ain't havin that shit
Don't be surprised, I'm hypnotizin every tramp that she with
I send 'em out like Vanity 6 and I mean that
I'm doggin they ass, I'm in joggin pants and a V-neck (hah!)
I put my foot up in her ass so fast
that she'll forget how to spell "cash," she hoe'in with a cast on
And I'm knowin just what happened that day
He didn't pay cause you let him take you to a matinee (I saw you)
You get slapped that way, you can't dodge the drama
I'm pimpin aunts and mamas, I collect from massage parlors (want my change)
Menage-a-trois is really second nature
I have 88 bitches straight takin it to the face {AHH!}
And uh, I can give a fuck about a relation
Either open your legs, or get the play, stupid bitch
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Hey, you know I gotta say somethin on this track.
Well I'm not a pimp or a player, see I'm more like the mayor
Grab a bitch up by her hair like I just don't care
and swing her in the air (AHH!) I'm talkin major ass kick
Toss a bitch out the house like Kwame Kirkpatrick
I'm a PIMP, so I give a fuck about a BITCH
But I don't make 'em trick, I'm RICH (whoo!)
I don't need the chips, they don't walk the strip
But I could spit some game and I could talk some shit
I'm somethin like a pimp, similar to a mack
I ain't makin the news, I make my baby mama pick up the slack
Drop Cadillac, truck {*phone rings*} fuck, I gotta go
That's my bottom ho pagin me back - I'm a pimp
[Bizarre]
It's 7 o'clock, bitch you ain't got my money?
I'ma beat yo' ass {*girl giggles*} you think it's funny?
Bitch get on the block in some dirty tube socks
and get shot by a cop in some Reeboks (yeah!)
Bitch I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Keep suckin dick, 'til you get a hundred grand
Bitch you insane if you think I'm your mayn
Here's 2 G's, go fuck LeBron James
[Chorus] - minus first line
[Outro: Proof]
Hah, been gettin this money off these bitches
Heard me? That's what I do, you know me
Check me out anywhere, anybody tell you about Proof
Got that, a.k.a. The Young Legend
The Human Fly, y'knowmsayin?
Aiyyo, I got bitches in Michigan on Michigan
Yo' bitch is on Woodward nigga, next to them faggot ass niggaz
I got bad bitches cause you gon', you think it's a cop
Yeah, that ain't cop that's my bitches
I got the top notch bitches, y'knowmsayin?
I'm more than a pimp, I'm somethin like a pimp
Cause I'm a Thundercat at the same time, Wonder Rat{?} baby
Big pimpin, you heard me? P.I.M.P
Proof Is My Poppa, let's keep it goin
Proof Is My Poppa, P.I.M.P
Y'knowmsayin let's go, c'mon y'all let's go..
[Traci Nelson]
Ooh, hey.. ooh, hey.. ooh, hey..
Ooh, hey.. ooh, hey.. {*fades out*}
proof - purple gang
(feat. Purple Gang)
[Intro: Proof]
Yeah, ha hah!
It's your boy DJ Seven-Duece
It's a lot of hoes in here fellas, ha hah!
So why you lookin at that other nigga?
Ha hah! All the ladies with burgundy hair get in free!
Heh, I got live on stage
Purple Gang and B.U., let's go!
[Verse One]
Feelin old as ever man I came with a buzz
Two shots, beer in my hand, I'm gettin drunk
Pills kickin in and my eyes gettin lowwww
Reek of heat, cologne mixed with hydroooo
Ice grillin niggaz with the Roley on the WRIST
Two steps, hands in the air, this my SHIT
Look at shorty light-skinned, damn she's so thick
How she poppin, I can't wait 'til she drop it on my DICK
I ain't in the mood for pistol poppin
But we can get it poppin if you be gettin outta pocket I'm good
Cause when I'm in the club I'm usually off a Bud
with a hundred Purple Gang thug niggaz, I'm Hollyhood
If you can't really handle my team, so think the plan out
You runnin low on yo' cream, I'm rubber band out
Been gettin money like the only thing to get
You run up talkin reckless, dude I tell 'em this
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I'ma knock you ouuuuut
You keep runnin yo' mouuuuuth
Here's how it's gon' beeeee
I can't see it no other way, I gotta be me
[Verse Two]
I ain't dancin, I got a cup and I'm posted on the wall
Won't get too drunk cause niggaz might open up a brawl
You holdin on a broad and you off of some liquor
And she got your mind blown so you offer to lick her
Don't care about flossin my nigga
Reason you see a bitch every day cause you look in the mirror
Spill some beer on my kicks and you catchin a fist
So hold your drink, don't be tough and go mess with a bitch
V.I.P. with somethin sharp in my boot
Just in case you got beef and wanna start with my group
Hoes eyes on me when I step in the club
They don't fuck with button-up boys, they wanna mess with a thug
Coward niggaz see me comin so they exit the place
Hundred deep and we don't care about catchin a case
Stop lyin by the gun that rest on your waist
Before you on the flo' where niggaz two-step on your face
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Uhh, yeah
Anywhere that my crew party the freaks all on us
And valet get the keys with peace signs on 'em
Any club that I'm at, I walk right through
The hoes wanna sexually assault my crew
I ain't handcuffin a bitch, unless it's to a bedpost
But slip up with your chick, we take her
Get buck if you wanna, I throw a couple apes on your heels
and I talkin 'bout the kicks from Asia
I get a lot of hate cause my clique is major
So I furnished the inside of the boots with razors
The owners get mad, they like
"Fame, we got enough strobe lights, please remove the bracelet"
I'm on the dance floor where the hoes all sweatin
Though I get love from the roped off section
When I pop bottles you can get your whole crew wet
Screamin Purple Gang while we doin the two-step
[Chorus]
proof - clap wit me
[Chorus]
"You're the lyrics of my liiiife.."
"You're the end, of my storyyyyy.."
[Proof]
Uhh, you know Proof, D12, Shady Records all day
New kids nothin, we skippin through the hallways
All praise I.F., Motor City giants
Name been on bubble since Salam dropped the Pyrex
Out to stack the cake up, my group will never break up
The world been sleep long enough, they better wake up
Don't sport a Jacob, bling just the same
Remain in the D, it's the kingdom I claim
Never leavin the fame, born to be great
Walk to the door of a quarter 'til eight
Haters hate but they late with the jump off
I'm in the game to maintain, no reason to jump off, come on
[Chorus]
[Proof]
"8 Mile" was dope, Obie brought heat
Emile on the beat, 50 kept us in the street
It's my destiny to be, the truth nevertheless
Nothin new your boy Proof is better than best
Elliot Ness to these fuckin gangsters and killers
Bankin they millions they all wanksters and squealers
My first spit with the Tony Toca
D-Tweezy "Ride to Death" is our only slogan
Dreams of fuckin J-Lo, Hood is on the payroll
Lockland and 3rd Precinct screamin "Free Yayo"
If the beef is set let's squeeze off a tec
And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me
[Chorus]
[Proof]
King Gordy brought the pain and Jewels he fought the lames
I played with the wrong cheek in which I got the flames
I'm not ashamed, this is just a glimpse
Denaun drumline made G-Unit pimps (G-Unit!)
Proof is a wolf, shit I told you from jump
In a fast lane, no change of road or the bumps
Game is sold not told so I hold a swollen tongue
In Detroit I don't go by P, I'm Colemen Young
Holdin one with the tongue flow like Tiger Woods
Christina don't do it for me, shh, but Mya could
I am Suge to the rap game, rulin Purple Gang
We blow your mind like Kurt Cobain, knowmsayin?
[Chorus] - 2X
proof - gurls wit da boom
[Whispered]
Yo' collar, pop yo' collar
Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar
[Chorus 2X: Proof]
We like the girls, the girls that go boom
I like the girls, the girls that go boom
That's all I want so fellas make room
I want the girl, the girl with the boom
[Proof]
Party and bullshit the night away
Find a little hole for the hideaway
Livin every second like a holiday
The fun don't stop her nowaday
Especially since I hooked up with Dr. Dre
Now bitches "Lean Back" and they rock away
Hella game plus sex, she got the play
"BRRING BRRING!" (Can I suck your cock today?)
Yes you may babe, do lots of things
What good is havin a head and not no brains?
She asked me if I know 50 and who made "Tipsy"
Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy
She dizzy cause the Issey smell good on me
Plus she love to fuck, I mean the hood won't leave
Headed out the door and she pullin on my sleeve
Rubbin on my dick, bitch feelin that E
[Chorus]
[Proof]
Sippin the Moet Rose mixed with pu-ssy
Puffin the loosey, our frames by Gucci
She wanna roll with me cause I got major dough
Tell every ho up in here, you my favorite though
I know you suck dick, well that's my accusation
I'm really wonderin if you acceptin applications
I like them facin forward chicks with the bar bellies
I pass them young hoes off to Mr. R. Kelly
Gimme a bad bitch, that can make her ass shake
I don't want you nasty, I want you nas-tay
My last day on earth I'll be fuckin a freak
That spend a half an hour just suckin my meat (yeahhh)
She don't even know me, said she love me so
She a dimepiece, so far from an ugly ho
If you drop-dead gorgeous I won't stand you up
Yeah you shake it like Beyonce but can you fuck?
[Chorus]
[Proof]
I been doin the Earl Flynt since about '88
A lot of people here wanna trade my place
Got a extra room where your babe can wait
These ain't Air Force Ones, these are Babe & Ace {?}
Straight from the (Shop) got the (Candy) sex
I'm a (Hot Boy) on beats like Mannie Fresh
Her lips real big, hips real big
Tits real big, everything's real big
I'm rich BITCH, and these are real diamonds
She ain't even keep up with the cars that I'm drivin
Know what you like so I'ma give it a twist
You hypnotic baby when you swivel them hips
I'm the game in the physical so listen to this
Never catch feelings when I'm dissin a bitch
Ain't tippin a trick cause I'ma bone for free
All I'm sayin right now who goin home with me, cause.
[Chorus]
[whispered]
Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar
Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar
[Outro]
Hey that's gonna wrap it up
Let's hear it for Big Proof, our special guest today
Hey, we gonna get up out of here
Gotta change the name of this town back to where we found it
We found it at Motown, that's where we gotta leave it!
Motown, and like we always say
Sugar is sugar, salt is salt
If you didn't get off today, it's not our fault
proof - derty harry
Hey them horns ain't extensions nigga listen
Real shit here
Haha
Face to face you got no heart
When I blow sparks you lean on me like Joe Clark
My mind is so dark
Its superficial
Nuclear Missile
Hit your body and your bones and I loose the grissle
Proofs official, D12 trademark
A man with no S big braveheart
Y'all ain't even listen
No S big backwards is Gibson
Mel Gibson bravehearted
Now on to my mission
And since then no failure
I promised God to commit hommicide to niggaz wantin a free ride
Like the Amistad
I'm alive
And just started Anger Management To Late by Lonnie Clive
Part of ya mind
Dyin' to rhyme
Like Ronnie and Cline
Influenced the greatest
Like Ronnie and Todd
It ain't no problem too hard
My solo like Do Lo
Been gettin' it
Like I ain't been shittin' it!
CHORUS
(Y'all done start it)
Derty Harry
Contract mothafucker lets roll it right now!
(Y'all done start it)
Derty Harry
You the one on this
(Y'all done start it)
Derty Harry
Proof nigga I'm a wolf
(Y'all done start it)
Derty Harry
You can get some now!
In high school ofcourse I was the best in the lunchroom
Don't make me get up out my seat bitch
I'll punch you
I freestyle for fun but write for wealth
I'm so dope nigga even bite myself
I rap and will rappify you
Blast
And your just a baptist crier
and then add the black Messiah
We gat for hire
To let the techs growl
Put something in your body worse then the West Nile
I was born out of test tube glass
I suggest you blast nigga
Or catch sum flesh wound fast
I ain't met a man that can wrestle gats
I'm right behind the top rappers like a neptune track
Ya L.P.?
I slept through that
Now guess who back
Unless you strapped with a vest and two gats
I suggest you pack
I'll spread you flat then rescue rap
Hit your body so much that your flash won't match
Mothafucker!
CHORUS
Fuck Osama for bombing in the racing buildings
I'll bust him and hide him like Jason Williams
(I heard Bizzare and D12 be raping children!?)
Cut the hype dyke I'm trying to make a million
Take this pill then call me when you sober up
Turn the dyke from glad and soon I'll make them hold my nuts
Seldomly seen is Elvis the King
But it's Em thats got these kids nailed to the screen
I held the team
I-F
I got something on my chest thats hard to digest
I heard the streets talking
Seen
Offering
I'm checking my weapon
They mad cause I'm flossing bling
I lost my steam but a demon in human flesh hyped my up
Now my team is tightly cut
So sugar sugar, shot shot
If you didn't get off it's not my fault
The dog is back and y'all niggaz!
CHORUS
proof - ja in a bra
[Verse 1]
Word on the street is I murdered this INC
Your wack with your hands, not deserving the heat
Your nervous in beef, to Irv and his peeps
I ain't rapping no more,
I speak through the curb in the streets
Ya henchman got this bitch to get a poor job
That makes the Cookie Monster
hanging from a door knob
Ya lucky I don't like touching women
And don't send no peace talks
coming through Russel Simmons
Got the right connections, mic conceptions
Yo, with beef you sleep,
your life is definately GONE...
Don't ever seep at least a woof of rap
You'll need more than a Bush
attack to push me back
You think it's just 50 and Sha
Listen up Ja, no kissing or not,
Detroit city wishin you die
I know you wanna just rap and be pop
But before it's said and done
your gonna see Pac
[Ritornello]
Ya'll don't want war, ya'll want talk
In the dark my doggs all bark like ROOF
Proof n.igga, I'm a wolf
Got you all shook
About to get your brains pushed back
[Verse 2]
Chris Gotti
This nigga had the nerve
to have 10 niggas sneek me
Just to get wit me
I'm only 160, and the fact is
Murder INC is Dj's and kittens
I only walked out with scratches
Wearing a Rolex Shirt
So if thats your streets speaking,
your threats don't hurt
You cowards, do something before we do ours
I could write a Ja Rule album in two hours
Right down on your back, run your pockets flat
Like federal tax, put your head on a rack
It's so bad, only be good is death
In LA, G Unit Posted and Suge Left
Fat Bitch
I'm from Detroit, went to holla in Hollis
Niggas is like "Ja's garbage, don't even bother"
Plus your over, gangstas is ?
50 made wanksta,
and wanksta's definition is ain't tough
With bitches with ya'll wanna
brawl with a paint brush
Painting his war marks,
I'm losing my patience
It ain't just D-12 and Obie
Homie cancel your shows, respect,
and act like you know me
If you say Hailies name again, I'm catching a jet
911 style, to your face and your chest
911 style, to your face and your chest
It's over nigga getting wet on the set
proof - oil can harry
[Intro:]
Dirty Harry is dead [x2]
Now witness the grudge from his son, Oil Can Harry
[Proof:]
My life is trapped in these lines, that's why I'm packin' these nines
I gotta rap I ain't gone, that's who's back on my mind
Got a strap made of iron, can't relax on this grind
Bendin' over backwards for these slackers til I'm snappin' my spine
Naturally, I gotta focus
On these bogus poachers, lookin' over my shoulder, we'll get it poppin' like (shoulder?)
Hold up
[Eminem:] (We nothin' but soldiers)
Slow up
[Eminem:] (This gun is loaded)
Roll up
[Eninem:] (They beef and we leavin' 'em coked up)
The Slim say it I spray it, if he willin' I kill it
We kill packs to get iller (?) y'all can feel it
Got this gun on my wasteline, and hope we don't waste time
Ja, man he can't take a punch and 50 can take nine
We got School Craft here at the 7, 8, and text her
I'm up in Holly, spendin' dollas, ain't feelin' no pressure
Yes sir, your texture is bitch, betcha ya flinch
When Proof shoot up they coop, and waste your whole clique
Fuck it who's next on this shit, this is prefrence to bitch
When you preface to stiffen slugs has atcha wit
You'll be next to BIG, Pac is destiny kid
Before ya lick ya pop, stop testin' me bitch
[chorus:]
Homie you think you're tough (what)
Think we won't fuck you up (punk)
Even the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
We both deep, I ain't scared and I don't give a fuck (jump)
[Proof:]
I ain't feel no games, homie don't even try
We ain't bowin' down to no one we gon' start a riot (yeah)
Heart of fire, soul of ice, roll the dice, see what you get
No advice, all my life I ain't live in this bitch
I'm a man, more I'm holdin' my ground
To loadin' these rounds, at any call approachin' my ground
I'm a kid but grimey, nothin' but killas
And behind me, I'm a bullet fully cuz your team is tiny
If I was to crush 'em, got to say these Bibles are nothin'
This rifle on clutches to leave you stifled on crutches
I fight for my cousins that ain't even related
Even I stated, not from life I leave you bleedin' and faded
Hatin' made in my nature, I'm clappin' and clackin' your captain
Smackin' faggots and act as a rapper with platinum status, ya livin' flappin' 'em slappin' 'em backwards
After these rappers' status
To shadders, knowin' Proof and the matter is scatterd on all me
It's Shady bandatas
After rest the game is won, who in the matters get blamed 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, shoutout to Mark Hicks, Jimmy Neutron, Mario Skinny Boy Graphics, ya know what I'm sayin'
1st Born, everyone up at Iron Fist, DJ Salam Wreck, let's go
proof - anywhere
[Proof]
Singular in the mind, I'm who you would construction
Amaze it in vocab, unique good production
Pilots, now it's revenger for real one
One in the million drastic with verbal nastics
radical back you go and askin what you rappin fo
Inferity since you relieve factually that you wack to me
Why you strive to be the best out them all
I cut your thigh off down to your toe
You still wanna flow now come on use your head
How you gon kick it with only one leg?
I reckon that all bad MC's didn't have the reas
I turn your juice to peoples and to dead batteries
Elementz the four energies to sink your ship
Put a brain up in your anus and you still couldn't think of shit
Smartass, your wack lines ain't harmin me
I provoke you joke ass rappers to stand up and make comedy
Test the midwest and who's steppin up
Rippin off your ears won't make you def enough
The best of like vestor, the referee can't see the pressure
Here comes the loony ass professor
Chill nigga, naw it's me nigga
Best to ask Tommy
Cause he'll figure... it
Just don't pay to be bad
So grab your pen and pad
And jet back to the fuckin lab
[Chorus]
Whos that the battle king
take 'em to the battle scene
watch the rappers scream..
Whos that the battle king
take 'em to the battle scene
watch the rappers scream..
now Whos that the battle king
take 'em to the battle scene
watch the rappers scream..
now Whos that the battle king
take 'em to the battle scene
watch the rappers scream..
[Proof]
You wanna battle, what? That puts me in a better mood
So now I won't stop like a bus driver with an attitude
Walk a slick trail watch me outboxin you swarm
But that ain't hittin like an armless boxer
You have no technique offcourse they sleep
You can rhyme all day ask six quarters an admit your weak
Rhyme for rhyme you can bet ya
That ain't a damn line predictable
call the psychic network
I'm out to foldin now I told you crystal clear
Guilletine style, parralel to Wolverine
I've seen pain, check my brain
Exclusive, too abusive, comin from the westcoast
Don't make that ass ruthless
You can hang but ya hung
That shit you said was fake
A bootlegger must got your tongue
Here's to tell you wannabes who tryna rap
"Yo Proof man you're incredible"
No I'm better than that
Practice the tactics
That's a bad thing
So now you's a fake bitch like a drag-queen
Weak cats who dream Gedini and trickle Houdini
The problems in your god complex check your colbelini
Scope this, these wack niggaz can't get with me
Take a hard MC make him yellow like Kid Capri
Shit we was your top notch
And don't need to brag about the past now we out to prof box
Like Stephen King with the butcher knife I stab your story
And now you bitch ass niggaz runnin back to the laboratory
[Chorus]
Remember that (echos)
Wuch you know about weak emcess huh?
Wuch you know about crackers and cheese
Mk
Strait for the 9 izzle
izzo, im izzi... without a doubt
proof - black wrist bro s
(feat. 1st Born)
"Now, we must all fear, evil men
But there is another kind of evil, which we must fear most
And that is, the indifference, of good, men!"
[Proof]
Aiyyo duty, it's all about us, you hear me?
I'm only callin on us, now fear P'll die dumb
Lie none 'til my dawg lies the gun for my dawg
Have a nigga family run to the morgue
Gotta ID the body, for tryna touch mine
On some Bad Boy, Puffy shit, fuck Shyne
Fuck fame, you hear me? Don't try to touch my co-D
My roll D, protected like my O.G.'s
[1st Born]
So never say never, well forever dawg I'm rock witchu
Watch you hatin, contemplatin, waitin to take a shot at you
It's just me and you plus pistols duty cause niggaz talkin
Least when we speakin same dudes that felt the heat, stiff in chalk
We put it down on the block, these niggaz flagrant
Makin statements indictin extra cases, needin an early placement
First and firm, never duckin and aim
Forever co-defendants Iron Fist, I'll fist out some serious pain
[Proof]
It's easy to be the coldest in life
But can you write your heart in a rhyme and spit your soul in the mic?
The streets talkin a weak fall
They currently devour the soft but they never eat dawgs
Whether few others, two brothers and two mothers
In a blaze of a light, I bet it's two of us
Don't try to do some slick shit and die without it
Cause I bet it on your life you gon' die without it
[1st Born]
Peep how I pound that ass and finger-fuck her
Blazin Cools and market booze, the tools even single suckas
Black Wrist, Iron Fist all day
The S.K. spray, make niggaz move like "RAY!"
For the fat funny guy, I jerk 'em like Jackie Gleason
Leave 'em standin indecent, wheezin needin a breathin treatment
In the middle of murk season, I flirt like a church deacon with death
or at least until my last breath
[Chorus: Proof]
[gun cocks] My dawg is me and you
To them tats on our right wrist we both bein true
Yo' needs is my needs, my seeds is yo' seeds
One hurt and we both bleed
We gon' ride 'til them wheels fall off
Or God wanna kill us off {*blam*}
I don't duck when you pop that gat
Don't ever doubt that you got my back
[1st Born]
We put our life stories in a song, boast how we pop nines
It's the truth duke and more than just a hot line
I got mine minus yours cause you hate it and squeeze
My niggaz down on they luck, y'all niggaz down on y'all knees
Holla at him, you holla at me
I'm down for whatever forever, however it gotta be
In the clubs or the streets, once these thugs feel this heat
Bats, snubs or the beef, with the love of the D
[Proof]
You want trouble with P then that's trouble with 1st
We carry weight on our back that's doubled this Earth
You know where we at, in the struggle to search
Come thug on my turf, leave your blood in this dirt
With the pride of your manhood I paved the bricks
Livin life like a movie, it's a gangsta script
With my duty my co-star, been in two so far
Two hearts like rice with no R
[Chorus - 2X]
proof - kurt kobain
[Proof Talking]
This my last letter right here
Fuck this world, lets get the fuck outta here
[Proof]
I put my soul through the ink
Bless a path with thoughts at my thoughts
Before I grow extinct
My back-bone disowned by zone
Why roam? called home
But now on I'm all alone
Just Proof, no shine, no friends, just fans
No wonder my hands, tight where the Internet ends
I take back most of the flack
The stress smokes, press me close to the crack
Like my pops, the ghost of my past
Dime and mud, JD and stucky
Lately I'm lucky, I don't hate me to touch me
Maybe I'm ugly inside, but smiling to make it
I love you dawg, and that's how ever you take it
The fame is a illusion, I'm still loosing
In this game, with the rules and..
I feel clueless, the streets with the hills blue less
Cops knocking at the door, got me looking real foolish
But I still do this, like I love it, even though I thug it
Keep flossing lights in public, the subject y'all don't know
Stars won't grow, who would dream that scars would show?
Minus the MTV videos with slim
"Up In Smoke" D-12, and many shows with Em
It's still me dawg, no change for change
It's strange, when it pours it rains
I take it back..
[Chorus]
I wish I could take it back, I wish I could take it back
But it's too late
I wish I could take it back, I wish I could take it back
But it's too late
[Proof]
Always talking to snuk coke and he speak back
Wish my first son was here to reach at
Feeling detached
My brother Earl, and Wayne, that bail money for jail, y'all can keep that
I've been in deep before, ask (stalemen?)
My hearts melting, tell the truth, I need help man
I hearts big but by sins bigger
Fuck the world, I don't feel like I can win niggaz
It's like I'm lost and I find only demons
I wanna quit, its like I'm tired of breathing
So my stress confess to a famous song
Em I love you, don't let this money change us dawg
1st born, when I'm gone, grab the sign
(Leave nothing?) with his cream and his mom
And dear mamma, I use to hate you
Now I relate to, everything you did to make proof
I love you..
Take it back
[Chorus]
[Proof]
All y'all see is Free from 106 and park
Yall don't know I risk my heart with this apart
From the streets, the groups, the friends, the foes
The jewels, the dick lickers and the hoes
What about me?
Sheltered with no guidance
Look at the finest, royal highness on some hot shit
Still living with the liquor and bud
Sometimes I wish for my demise, so I can kick it with Bugs
I wish it was real between us all
In the past, you should of seen us dawg
I die for Em and save Haley, brave maybe
But just let them tears remove my grave Shady
Kunive and Swift, how live is it get?
I meant to teach y'all niggaz to survive in this bitch
If we die to be rich, that makes me happy
And on another note, shit, don't hate me pappy
It's just that we look the same, you let the game take you
Your son game along and took the game
Since I took my own life, y'all feel a killa fo sho
Bizarre on the real, your the realest nigga I know
Strapping and busting ain't real, just tell your mans the truth
And that's why you've always been friends with Proof
Answer to all, I've always lied with truth
And before I pull the trigger tonight, I'm proud of you..
proof - no t lose
(feat. King Gordy)
[Repeat 2X]
There's nothing, there's nothing
There's nothing, no there's nothing
Won't lose it, can't lose it
There's nothing but this music
[Proof]
My mind is broke, too many lines of coke
Open mind for beefin, no reason I'ma choke
Time to quote somethin you never heard
Pour my heart when I talk and spit it with every word
We ain't playin no more, sayin no more
No games no mourn, on the grind and we came for yours
In a four-double, Billboard trouble
This industry ain't ready for no more rebels
Kill at will, with the will to kill
Keep it real with steel, these pills'll feel
Proof for poppin, they used to joggin
I take out your block cause my future callin
Don't confuse it y'all, I used to brawl
{*pop pop, pop*} 'Til your producer fall
Who's involved? They don't wanna do nothin
Whoop style, I make 'em all move some'n
Clap the mag up, back the gas up
Leave 'em scrapped and smashed up, then wrapped in plastic
Ask the hood, this the platinum classic
Now quit the yackin bitch and pass the acid, c'mon
[Chorus: King Gordy]
What they want right now is a nigga with nothin to lose
- Ohh nothin to lose
He got no shame in his game about the stuff that he do
- Ohh the stuff that he do right now
Jump off stage right now nigga start punchin a fool
- Ohh punchin a fool
Y'ALL BITCH, that's why we ain't fuckin witchu!
- We ain't fuckin witchu, no no
[Proof]
Hit the metal with devilistic tongues
Just frontin for the ghetto kissin misfits to hum
Along with red and yellow biscuits to munch
Just think before you was never meant to come
Forever rich and dumb, brawl out any day
You heard Slim, we some all out "Renagades"
To the end of days, put the scare away
Who better than D12? That's a sin to say
Can you follow this? Y'all swallow shit
Of politics, I like the {?} wrist
Taste the motherfuckin dust in this laced blunt
Take the world with me fool nigga like Pacewon
Ain't none ready slapbox for kicks
Pack box to spit and smack cops with dick
This is narcotics and dark knowledge that's symbolic
Sin sonic demonic and my heart's rotted
Make plans, on insanity sands
I'm like damn, too much in me Incredible Man
And I got a Grammy to chant in enemy land
I'm bustin off on your block like Yosemity Sam
[Chorus]
[Proof]
Uhh, sittin in here with a blunt and a ice cube
Plottin with Satan, to snatch guys light fuse
Didn't like school, I never liked you
I'm burnin Bibles while I'm sniffin on this white glue
Fight, dudes, blacks to white fools
Then act cocky, I'm Rocky, shit I might lose
What I got it I'm bout it bout it, about it
Lonely in life or see Christ without it
Victory is meant to be
Where my father has been has been a mystery
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma live it up
Gettin drunk, get in clubs and I'm sellin off prescription drugs
And I miss you Bugz! I'm almost steady now
Proof is here, the world ain't ready now
If you gay you gay, you straight you straight
You violate today in the mistake you make, hey
Are you swallowin? Hey lil' finger pop
Don't need a greasy college to see you drop
Proof the king of bars hit the pretty coffin
I'm like a sucker punch (why?) Cause I ain't seen it often
Genius artist, so retarded
Broken hearted, my soul's like a open target
And I'm ready to leave Earth
You step to my death next year on my T-shirt
[Chorus]
[King Gordy]
That Derty Harry, well well
King Gordy, well well
Dirty Dozen, WELL well
Fat Killer, Fat Killer!
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