Proof Album

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[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 father 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 all
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 winner and I'ma finish last
My pen and pad 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 revran listen, don't mean he 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- Intro]
Yea! Ha Ha! It's ya boy DJ Seven Duece
There's alot of hoes in here fella's ha ha!
So why you lookin at that otha ***** ha ha!
All the ladies with burgandy hair get in free he!
I got live on stage, Purple Gang, and BU lets go!

[Killa Kaun-Verse 1]

Feelin ??? as ever man I came with a buuzz
Two shots, Beer in my hand I'm gettin drunk
Pills kickin in and my eyes gettin low
??? colonge mixed with hydro
Ice grillin *****z with the rolly on the wrist
??? hands in the this my shit
Look at short light skinned she so thick
How she pop it, i cant wait till she drop it on my dick
I aint in the mood for pistol poppin but we can get it poppin
if you keep gettin outa pocket i'm good
'Cause when im in the club im usually off a bud(?)
with a 100 purple gang thug *****z I'm hollyhood(?)
and you cant really handle my team so think the plan out
??? rubberband out
Been gettin money like the only thig to get
you run up talkin reckless dog I tell you this

[Chorus]
Imma knock you out
you keep runnin you mouth
Here's how it gon be
I cant see it no other way i gotta be me
(Repeat)

[T-Flame- Verse 2]

I aint dancin i got a cup and i'm posted on the wall
Dont get too drunk cuz *****z might open up a brawl
You hold in on her bra then u ??? for some liquor
And she got ya mind blown so you ??? for the liquor
Dont care bout flossin my *****
??? look in the mirror
Spill some beer on my kicks and you catchin the fist
So hold your drink dont be tough and mess with a bitch
vip with somethin sharp in my boot
just in cas u got beef and you wanna start with my group
hoes eyes on me when i step in the club
they dont fuck with button up boys, they wanna mess with a thug
coward *****z see me comming so they exit the place
100 deep and we dont care about catchin a case
stop lyin bout a gun that rest on your waist
befo' you on the floor where *****z two step on your face

[Chorus]
Imma knock you out
you keep runnin you mouth
Here's how it gon be
I cant see it no other way i gotta be me
(Repeat)

[Yung Famous- Verse 3]

Anywhere my crew party the freaks all on us
Valet get the keys with the peace sign on em
any club that i'm at, i walk right thru
the hoes wanna sexually assult my crew
I aint handcuffin' a bitch, unless its to a bed post
but slip up with ya chick we take her
Get buck if you wanna i throw a couple ape's on ya heels
and i aint talkin bout the kicks from major
get alot of hate cuz my clique is major
so i furnish the inside of the boots with razors
the owners get mad the ??? sayin
we got enough strobelights please remove the bracelet
Im on the dance floor where the hoes all sweatin
though i get love from the ??? section
When i pop bottles you can get ya whole crew wet
Screamin purple gang while we doin the two step

[Chorus]
Imma knock you out
you keep runnin you mouth
Here's how it gon be
I cant see it no other way i gotta be me
(Repeat)

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[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]
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]
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]
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]
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]
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

[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

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[Verse 1- Proof]
Ayo she a freak and I love the way she move to the beat
Ass and titties bouncin', she ain't movin' her feet
Put twenty in her bra, stiff, thick, had many in her jaw
Probably hit plenty in the raw
I wanna see this bitch naked on my livin' room flo'
And yo bitch I ain't givin' up no dough
You can be my best friend but Em might get mad
Don't call me daddy bitch, I feel better than your dad
Let me get up in that ass like I'm ridin' horse back
Fuck a sponge, you'll need a tongue to clean my ball sac
I'll pop my collar, don't pop your bra strap
Hang up the phone and bitch don't call back
18's on ice, you ain't see it befo'
Actin' like you ain't seen my bling through the do'
I'm into a hoe just for one reason
Cause bitches need dollars ???

[Hook- Proof and Eminem]
I'm somethin' like a Piiiiiiimp
I'm down to trick but you ain't seein' no chips young hooooe
I said I'm somethin' like a Piiiiimp
Can't go on trips so you can suck my dick, yes biiitch
I'm somethin' like a Piiiiimp
You can swallow or spit and make me rich, oh girl
I'm somethin' like a Piiiiimp
Get that money with your switch, I walk with a limp
I said I'm somethin' like a Piiiiimp

[Verse 2- Kuniva]
I never treat 'em like they wanna be treated, bitch beat it
Your purpose would be defeated if you think that you're needed
Now whether 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 fo' ya
Get with my mans, he gon' lay a couple grand on ya
So fresh and so clean, she know the routine
Such a wonderful thing, money flow like rouvine
They say Kuniva get a clothing 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 *****s be blowin' a mill
Just to keep a hoe 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 hoe
Cashin' 'em out, they never get ahold of my change
They only get that swollen up thang, I'm showin' 'em game

[Verse 3- Swifty]
You was a sucker when you met her
She dogged you cause you let her
See I tell a bitch quick if you knew better, you do better
They realizin' I ain't havin' that shit
Don't be surprised, I'm hypnotizin' every trap 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
I put my foot up in her ass so fast that she'll forget how to spell cash
She whorin' with her cast on and I knowin' what just happened today
He didn't pay cause you let him take you to a Mattanay
You get slapped that way, you can't die from drama
I'm pimpin' aunts and mamas, I collect from massage parlors
??????? really second nature, I'll have 88 bitches straight takin' it to the face and uhh
I can give a fuck about a relationship, either open your legs
Or get the place you bitch

[Hook- Proof and Eminem]
I'm somethin' like a Piiiiiiimp
I'm down to trick but you ain't seein' no chips young hooooe
I said I'm somethin' like a Piiiiimp
Can't go on trips so you can suck my dick, yes biiitch
I'm somethin' like a Piiiiimp
You can swallow or spit and make me rich, oh girl
I'm somethin' like a Piiiiimp
Get that money with your switch, I walk with a limp
I said I'm somethin' like a Piiiiimp

[Verse 4- Eminem]
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, I'm talkin' major ass kick
Toss a bitch out the house like Wamae Kirkpatrick
I'm a piiiiimp so I gives a fuck about a biiiiitch
But I don't make 'em trick I'm riiiiich
I don't need the chips, they don't walk the strip
But I can spit some game and I can talk some shiiiit
I'm somethin' like a piiiimp, similar to a mack
I ain't makin' the news, I make my baby mama pick up a slack
Drop cadellac, truck, fuck, I gotta go
That's my bottom hoe pagin' me back, I'm a piiiiiimp

[Verse 5- Bizarre]
Its 7 o'clock, bitch you ain't got my money
I'ma beat your ass, you think its funny?
Bitch get on the block in some dirty tube socks
And get shot by a cop in some reeboks
Bitch I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Keep suckin' dick till you get a hundred grand
Bitch you insane if you think I'm your mayne
Here's two gees, go fuck ??? Kane

[Hook- Proof and Eminem]
I'm somethin' like a Piiiiiiimp
I'm down to trick but you ain't seein' no chips young hooooe
I said I'm somethin' like a Piiiiimp
Can't go on trips so you can suck my dick, yes biiitch
I'm somethin' like a Piiiiimp
You can swallow or spit and make me rich, oh girl
I'm somethin' like a Piiiiimp
Get that money with your switch, I walk with a limp
I said I'm somethin' like a Piiiiimp

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[ J-Hill ]

(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch for real
Roll wit a couple *****z, like Dave Seville
Cause *****z-a, clean you out, like a golden seal
Put ya hands up, gimme ya scrill, what

[ Obie Trice ]

(Two by two) Ya bucket is clean, you ride mean
Pull up at the light on them gees (Proof: Gimme that!)
Them crab *****z, wanna jingle ya keys
What chu bout to do, bleed (3-1-3)

[ Proof ]

Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run you
But a gun to ya kids, art of war, sun sue
In the jungle, stay humble, stumble and fumble
Til death inside'll rumble (Four by four)

[ J-Hill ]

Rule four, better get this down
Before *****z go beef, better have that four pound
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo ass up outta town, ***** (Five by five)

[ Obie Trice ]

*****z conive, I thought you know it
Ya main man setting up, ***** ya blew it
Told him what you doing, *****, ya ruined
You ain't knowing (6-6-6)

[ Proof ]

The Devil's ya man, the ghetto's ya land
When you got not, to blot, turned yellow and ran
When you got sugar, why settle for sand
Never snitch when you clip, and put yo medal's in cans

[ J-Hill ]

(Seven by seven) Rule seven, cattle where my heart at
You want beef in the street, don't start that
Cause we will have some *****z, up in yo apartment
Jumping outta places, where it's real dark at

[ Obie Trice ]

(Eight by eight) Ya carrying weight, hey, but wait
A lot of hungry *****z, know where you stay
Address ya address, change ya place
Before ya spray ***** (Nine by nine)

[ Proof ]

I learned a lot from the stank, if you got bank
Fuck buying gats bitch, get a tank
Fuck a fire arm, get a wire bomb
Cause when you blow yourself up, at least you dying warm {*explosion*}

[ Chorus ]

[Proof] Ten reasons, nine glocks, eight shots
[Proof] Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (JH: Fo' sho')
[Proof] Three cousins, two hot, one law, family
[Proof] We putting no man befo', ten jewels, now tell 'em
[J-Hill] It's one purpose, one goal, two halves
[J-Hill] Get it hold, three *****z, one soul (Proof: Fo' sho')
[J-Hill] Five ways, six days, seven plus
[J-Hill] AK we could let the nine spray (Proof: Ten jewels)

[ Proof ]

(Nine by nine) Oh I'm not real, cause I pop pills
Bring ya BLOCK, to my BLOCK, ***** get ya whole block killed
Don't let the purple pill, shit confuse you
When outta my head, a life'll lose you *****

[ Obie Trice ]

(Eight by eight) You lay at ya weight, you was played
Slug struck ya Escalade, ya brain
Rest on what Motor City paved
No more sunny days (Seven by seven)

[ J-Hill ]

Rule seven, somethin you better tell 'em
Good coke, good weed, y'all better sell 'em
Cause they'll put something, up in ya cerebellum
Proof you better tell 'em (Six by six)

[ Proof ]

Assume it's only for conversations
Let's conversate, super the ***** the .38 and
Dip, mono set trip, empty out the clip
Hold up! a .38 ain't got clips (Five by five)

[ Obie Trice ]

*****z be live, before they die
Until they test the wrong animal, then they spirit fly
Just know the game, why you playing the tough guy
That's yo life (Four by four)

[ J-Hill ]

For all you *****z, think this rap shit's a joke
You get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and cloke
I put my fucking heart into this shit that I wrote
You motherfuckers on some dope (Three by three)

[ Proof ]

Watch who near you, fuckers on ya rearview
Outta life, yo the trife wanna clear you
Don't get caught on E, and fought on streets
Be a victim of "Grand Theft Auto 3" (Two by two)

[ Obie Trice ]

Trust no one, when ya getting 'em
Put ya life in perspective, ya killing 'em
Envious *****z, stay jealousy driven
*****z need to be listening (One by one)

[ J-Hill ]

It's one reason, why I still let you breath
It's one reason, why the fucking Tech won't squeeze
It's one reason, why you ain't +Gone+ like +N'Sync+
That's cause it's, one other ***** that'll do it for me

[ Chorus ]

[Hook- Nate Dogg]
All these *****s 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 *****s 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
???? 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 ????
Until the feds indite the fans just for buying it
Here's the violin

[Hook- Nate Dogg]
All these *****s 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 *****s 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 ***** 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, ***** 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 *****s 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 *****s 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 *****s out here praisin' squealas
Go Proof, my behaviors iller when tellin' the truth
Expunge my gun ***** 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 ??? become 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 *****s 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 *****s 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

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[Hook x2- Mr. Porter aka Kon Artis]
Its however, its whatever you like
You think a ***** tryna get ahead of you, then you right
I see the envy and I guess its aight
Cause you never had the balls to take a step in your life

[Verse 1- T3 of Slum Village]
Yeah I stepped out the background when my ***** Dilla left
Didn't see the full picture, maybe just a rough sketch
Didn't know the dude for real, ??? knew a ????
Small portion who I was when I turned and looked back
Had a few twos, had to learn to work that
Plus the kinda *****, out say I wasn't worth that
The trials of your man, I'm not complainin' I'm sayin'
The truth ya'll, exactly how its layin'
So when you see me, don't think it was easy
Things wasn't fair to me, your man ????
I had to work to eat, I wasn't supposed to be
And stay afloat like boats on sea
Now I'm the captain of my own destiny
I stand at the edge of the ship, control my feats
I rearrange thangs that coulda remained bleak
Cause you ain't doin' the same don't mean you should hate me (see)

[Hook x2- Mr. Porter aka Kon Artis]
Its however, its whatever you like
You think a ***** tryna get ahead of you, then you right
I see the envy and I guess its aight
Cause you never had the balls to take a step in your life

[Verse 2- Mudd of 5ela]
Damn its hard hustling with your crew and you the head of your troops
And dudes don't wanna grow up, attitude is so what
Nigs out here killin' 'em, dudes draggin' his feet, I ain't got time to deal wit 'em
Look at the time Thyme, how many years it been
Since we moved back from Brooklyn
You lookin' sorry dawg, pardon me, I'm your mans this ain't no diss
But I don't see no good in you if you don't handle your biz
Your angle is, spoiled and stubborn
Quick to say fuck whoever and still want somethin' for nothin'
Streets talked about your loose lips, remember when Proof flipped
Do a cassette tape, asked you and you ain't do shit
Exactly, I woulda been scrappin' if that was me
When the feds came to swoop, you turned your back on T
I ain't sayin' you snitch, but your actions are smellin' like fish
You still smackin' your bitch, too old to be actin' like this (nig, shit)

[Hook x2- Mr. Porter aka Kon Artis]
Its however, its whatever you like
You think a ***** tryna get ahead of you, then you right
I see the envy and I guess its aight
Cause you never had the balls to take a step in your life

[Verse 3- Proof of D12]
I ain't tryna find no blame or make excuses
I figured ya'll slept so long I'd wake the rooster
I love Hip Hop and just makin' music
In the 8 Mile flick I was portrayed as Future
On the set, I was too, where's the rest of my crew
For the movie, this was truly our destiny dude
I'm like Shady is my team, maybe its a dream
To seem bein' choked like Radio Raheim
P knew it when G-Unit all got deals
Imagine the muscle, had to hustle the ??? feel
I'm walkin' outta different people's office still
This ain't a diss, this is just talkin' real
Toy soldier, wonderin' how they coughin' feel
My homie put me on 'em but I gotta ?? them pills
Got a boss appeal, you can call me mouthy
But ask them all where the fuck would they be without me

[Hook x2- Mr. Porter aka Kon Artis]
Its however, its whatever you like
You think a ***** tryna get ahead of you, then you right
I see the envy and I guess its aight
Cause you never had the balls to take a step in your life

[ Intro ]

My last letter right here..
Get the fuck outta here

[ Verse 1 ]

I put my soul to the ink
Bless a pad with thoughts add my thoughts before I grow extinct
My backbone did so disowned my zone while I roam ??? home
But now I roll I'm all alone
Just Proof no shine no friends just fans
No wonder my hands tight with the internet ends
I take most back most of the flag, the stress most press close to the crack
Like my pops the ghost goes to my past
Thyme and Mudd, Jay-Dee and Stucky
Lately I'm lucky I don't hate me to touch me
Maybe i'm ugly inside but smilin gon make it
I love yall dog and thats however you take it
The fame is an illusion I'm still losing
In this game where the rules at?
I feel clueless the streets with the hill blueless (??)
Cops knock at the door got me looking real foolish
But I still do this like I love it
Even though i thug it keep floshing nice some public
The subject yall dont know stars wont grow
Wounded dreams with scars to show
Minus the MTV videos with Slim
Up In Smoke with D12 many shows with Em
It's still me dog no change will change
It's straigh it pours when it rains, I'll take it back

[ Chorus ] x 2

Aaaah
I wish I could take it back
I wish I could take it back
But it's too late

[ Verse 2 ]

Always talkin, I ??? hopin' they speak back
Whising my first son was here to reach that
Feeling detached
My brother Earl and Wayne the bail-money from jail yall can keep that
I been a thief before ask Stellman
My hearts melting till the truth i need help man
My hearts spared but my sins is bigger
Fuck the world, I dont feel like I can win *****s
Its like I'm lost and I find only demons
I wanna quit its like I'm tired of breathing
So much stress can confess to a famous song
Em I love you, don't let this money change us dog
First Born i'm going grab the sign
{????} with the cream and his mom
And dear momma i used to hate you
Now relate you, all you did to make Proof, I love you, take it back...

[ Chorus ] x 2

[ Verse 3 ]

All yall see is Free from 106 & Park
Yall dont know i risk my heart with this apart
From the streets, the groups, the friends the foes
The jewels, the dicklickers and the hoes
What about me? shelter with no guidance
Look at the finest royal highness on some high shit
Still living with the liquir and bud
Some time i wish for my demise so I could kick it with Bugz
I wish it was real between us all
In the past you should have seen us dog
I die for Em and save Hailie, brave baby
But let them tears roll over my grave Shady
Kuniva and Swfit, how live does it get?
I'm was meant to teach yall *****s how to survive in this bitch
If we die filthy rich that makes me happy
And on another note-shit, dont hate me pappy
It's just that we look the same
You let the game take you, your son came along and took the game
Since I took my own life ya'll feel a killa fo sho
Bizarre on the real you the realest ***** I know
Scrappin' and bussin' ain't real just tell your man the truth
And thats why you always been friends with Proof
Answer you all always life with truth
And before i pull the trigger Denaun i'm proud of you (Bang)

[Outro]
Listen....
Listen
Love...killed me
Love....Love....killed....me
Love........killed....me