Big Proof, rest in peace dudey, we love you
We just wanna keep makin' you proud, heh
My life is trapped in these lines
That's why I'm packin' these nines
I got a rap I ain't dyin'
That's in the back of 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
Natural high, I gotta focus
On these bogus poachers
Lookin' over my shoulder
Proof get it poppin' like show'd a hold up
We nothin' but soldiers!
This gun is loaded!
They beef 'n we leavin' 'em coked up!
If Em say it I spray it
If he will it I kill it
We kilpatrick 'n ill it
Yo Detroit, know I can feel it
Will at this gun on my waist-line
At war we don't waste time
Blow up magic can't take a punch
And Fifty can take nine, BLAOW!
We got schoolcraft here at the Seven-eight and Dexter
I'm up 'n holla spendin' dollas ain't feelin' no pressure
Yes suh', ya texta' is bitch
Bet'chya ya flinch when Proof shoot up they crew
And wet ya whole clique
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Written by: DE SHAUN D. HOLTON, MARSHALL B. III MATHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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