Grand Theft Auto (Original) Promatic (Ft. J-Hill (Detroit) & Kuniva)

[Intro: Proof]
Alright
I'm tired of this shit, you hear me?
Motherfucker if we get out this shit (Yeah fo' sho')
I ain't never going back you hear me?
Never (Never no more)
I'ma do whatever I got to do
I'm on some state property shit (Lay down, stay down nigga)

[Verse 1: Proof]
Packing a fo' fo' [?]
Running from po-po, my pockets stressed from no dough
Hustle by night, tustle and fight
Muscled the right victim by touching they life, rushing the stripes
With the AK-47 hitting squares
Don't lose your life over that stairwell
Ain't going back to jail, back in Hell
I'm taking the city with me before I'm packed back in cells
Got a mission [?] Mafia wishlist
Hopping the fences, vicious, I'm walking the districts (Districts)
Sensless, reckless behaviour, blasting your neighbour
My connections is major, agents get [flavour flesh wounds?] with some razors
Wild the fuck out with Von Carlisle, "Gimme the car now!"
We'll get a Uzi to trim up your eyebrows
[?] robbing your dreads
I'm a 5 Star general dodging the feds, it's Grand Theft Auto