Big Proof, rest in peace dudey, we love you,
We just wanna keep makin you proud, heh...BIG PROOF!
My life is trapped in these lines,
Thats why I'm packin' these nines,
I got a rap I ain't dyin',
Thats in the back of my mind,
Got a strap made of iron,
Cant relax on this grind,
Bendin' over backwards for these slackers
Till I'm snappin' my spine,
Natural high...i gotta focus,
On these bogus pouchers,
Lookin' over my shoulder,
Proof get it poppin' like soda, 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,
Real life, this gun on my waist line,
At war we don't waste time,
Ya'll mad you cant take a punch,
And Fifty can take nine, (BLAOW!!),
We got schoolcraft here at the seven-eight and dexter,
I'm up in Holland spendin' dollars ain't feelin' no pressure,
Yes sir, ya texture is bitch...
Bet ya you flinch when proof shoot up they coupe
And wet ya whole clique...