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 b****
Bet'chya ya flinch when Proof shoot up they crew
And wet ya whole clique
Writers: DE SHAUN D. HOLTON, MARSHALL B. III MATHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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