better sell 'em Cause they'll put some'in up into your cerebellum Proof, you better tell 'em [Proof] (SIX, BY, SIX) Assume it's only for conversation
[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
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 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
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
heart before you start, and let me grab some tissue! Okay, here you go, now let it go! I wanna die! Isn't it pathetic, hoe? Want us to kill him for you
in chicks drinks and fuck 'em in the face Look for me at teabag.com bitch Thanks Mom, thanks Dad you're great Hey Proof, thanks for gettin me on the
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
[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
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
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 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,
(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
) Hit big cash, I'll spend it witch'all Win at the casino bitch, I'm spendin it all (hey) Leave in my Spreewells spinnin for y'all I'm in it for y'all
t handle yo' biz Yo' angle is, is bored and stubborn Quick to say fuck whoever and still want somethin for nothin Streets talked about your loose lips, remember when Proof