[Verse 1: Lil' Dap]
My life story strictly business, never blew my chance
Moms kicked me out the house when I was flipping "I'm The Man"
Put the boys on the street, make them walk this beat
Teach them how to eat, and to seek for peace
Son, I stamped this name Living Proof 'cause I mean what I say
Bring the fake to reality and make them pay
Yo, these ghetto rhyme stories got 'em scared to death
I'm trying to get the fuck out, see what the world's about
Check it, 1986 is when I reached my peak
Take my brothers outta state and tried to make some ends meet
First destination Texas and it's just like that
Making moves with my brothers and there's no turning back
We got thirty-six grams on the scale right now
Getting ready with my brothers, time to break the shit down
I'm not about killing my people, but you know how it go
Work with me not against me, and we'll make mad dough
Wear my co-defendant out when I break down with rap
Hold me back and give me love and now I'm giving it back
A unique sound from the streets and it's just so sweet
My living proof life story, let me break it in peace
[Verse 2: Melachi the Nutcracker]
Yo, I rock on the block with the real hip-hop
As you start to clock... and jock
Yo, I'm coming off with mad rage
Eighteen, and hitting the real stage
But don't worry 'bout me, 'cause I'm making it
And if I can't have it, then I'm taking it
That's how it is, 'cause I'm living trife
Where's my knife? Take a chance with ya life
Rappers decapitate, and disintegrate
You I will mutilate, when I penetrate
Go for the one when I say raid
A hitman for hire and I wanna get paid
'Cause bullets are sprayed and anybody is laid
More money is made and that's the family trade
See, I make moves and tell what's the truth
That's why I'm here, to be living proof
My life story strictly business, never blew my chance
Moms kicked me out the house when I was flipping "I'm The Man"
Put the boys on the street, make them walk this beat
Teach them how to eat, and to seek for peace
Son, I stamped this name Living Proof 'cause I mean what I say
Bring the fake to reality and make them pay
Yo, these ghetto rhyme stories got 'em scared to death
I'm trying to get the fuck out, see what the world's about
Check it, 1986 is when I reached my peak
Take my brothers outta state and tried to make some ends meet
First destination Texas and it's just like that
Making moves with my brothers and there's no turning back
We got thirty-six grams on the scale right now
Getting ready with my brothers, time to break the shit down
I'm not about killing my people, but you know how it go
Work with me not against me, and we'll make mad dough
Wear my co-defendant out when I break down with rap
Hold me back and give me love and now I'm giving it back
A unique sound from the streets and it's just so sweet
My living proof life story, let me break it in peace
[Verse 2: Melachi the Nutcracker]
Yo, I rock on the block with the real hip-hop
As you start to clock... and jock
Yo, I'm coming off with mad rage
Eighteen, and hitting the real stage
But don't worry 'bout me, 'cause I'm making it
And if I can't have it, then I'm taking it
That's how it is, 'cause I'm living trife
Where's my knife? Take a chance with ya life
Rappers decapitate, and disintegrate
You I will mutilate, when I penetrate
Go for the one when I say raid
A hitman for hire and I wanna get paid
'Cause bullets are sprayed and anybody is laid
More money is made and that's the family trade
See, I make moves and tell what's the truth
That's why I'm here, to be living proof
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