Proof - 72nd & Central - Sözleri

Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon!


John John, could, could I get your autograph?


Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid)


Oh, yeah yeah yeah, just


Could you sign this for me please? (Sure, what's your name?)


Thanks thanks, I'm a real big fan, thanks thanks


(Here you are) Thanks a lot!





[Intro: J-Hill]


Word [gunshots] uhh


Could do that, hot as hell though


Yo.. yo, what, uhh.. what


Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh


Set it down dawg, what..





[J-Hill]


(ONE, BY, ONE) Rule one up in this bitch for real


Roll with a couple niggaz like Dave SeVille


Cause they'll, uh - clean you out like some golden seals


Put your hands up, give me yo' scrill nigga, uhh





[Obie Trice]


(TWO, BY, TWO) Your bucket is clean, you ridin mean


Pull up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!)


School Craft wanna jingle your keys


Whatchu 'bout to do? Bleed!





[Proof]


(3, 1, 3) Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run you


Put a gun to your kids, "Art of War" Sun-Tzu


In the jungle stay humble or stumble and fumble


'til death inside a rumble





[J-Hill]


(FOUR, BY, FOUR) Rule four better get this down


Before niggaz gon' beef better have that four-pound (uhh)


And bust like four rounds, kick the door down


Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh





[Obie Trice]


(FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew it


Your main man's settin you up nigga you blew it


Told him what you doin, nigga, you're ruined


You ain't knowin?





[Proof]


(6, 6, 6) The Devil's your man, the ghetto's your land


When you got knocked yo' block turned yellow and ran


When you got sugar, why settle for sand?


Never snitch when you clip and put your melons in cans





[J-Hill]


(SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven kinda where my heart at


You want beef in the street? Don't start that


Cause we'll have some niggaz up in yo' apartment


Jumpin outta places where it's real dark at, uhh





[Obie Trice]


(EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You're carryin weight, hey, but wait


A lot of hungry niggaz know where you stay


Address your address, change your place


before you spray nigga





[Proof]


(NINE, BY, NINE) I learned a lot from stank if you got bank


Fuck buyin gats bitch, get a tank


Fuck a firearm, get a wired bomb


Cause when you blow yourself up at least you dyin warm [explosion]


Ten jewels





[Chorus: Proof, J-Hill]


Ten reasons, nine glocks, eight shots


Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (FOUR/FOR SHO'!)


Three cousins, two/too hot, one law, family


We put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em





It's one purpose, one goal, two halves


Get a whole, three niggaz, one song (FOUR/FOR SHO'!)


Five ways, six days, seven plus


Eight/A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all





[Proof]


(NINE, BY, NINE) Oh I'm not real cause I pop pills?


Bring your block to my block nigga get your whole block killed


Don't let the "Purple Pills" shit confuse you


One outta my hand, the life'll lose you nigga





[Obie Trice]


(EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You lay at your wake


You was played, slugs struck the Escalade


Your brain rest on what Motor City paved


No more sunny days





[J-Hill]


(SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven, some'in you better tell 'em


Good coke, good weed, y'all 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


Let's conversate, simple nigga the .38 indiff'


Mine'll set trip, empty out the clip


Hold up, a .38 ain't got clips





[Obie Trice]


(FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz be live before they die


'til the test the wrong animal then they spirit fly


Just know the game while you playin the tough guy


That's yo' life





[J-Hill]


(FOUR, BY, FOUR) For all you niggaz think this rap shit's a joke


You get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and cloak


I put my fuckin heart into this shit that I wrote


You muh'fuckers on some dope?





[Proof]


(THREE, BY, THREE) Watch who near you, focus on your 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"





[Obie Trice]


(TWO, BY, TWO) Trust no one when you're gettin them


Put your life in perspective, you're killin 'em


Envious niggaz stay jealousy driven


Niggaz need to be listenin





[J-Hill]


(ONE, BY, ONE) It's one reason why I still let you breathe


It's one reason why the fuckin tec won't squeeze


It's one reason why you ain't go out like N*Sync


That's cause it's one other nigga that'll do it for me, yo





[Chorus]





[Proof] Ten jewels...










		
			



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