Brick By Brick Proof

[Intro: Proof]
Every time I go on my grandma block
See the old people looking out they windows
Stop what they doing, just looking at me shaking they head
And they saying....

[Verse 1: Proof]
"That's the One that Flew Over the Cuckoo Nest
And landed with a mag of the shoot through vest"
Had them street soldiers put they boots on next
'Pac and B.I.G. was the great and Proof no less
"Yes your honour I pack the pistol
Hoping slugs [?] dug and detach gristles"
Stripes white and black with whistles
Now that's official, in fact my nizzle
You know the deal like we rap with pickles
I don't know what that ratting snitch know, just listen
To the hood sounds and tap my big toe
No gimmick, I run with a pack of sickos
Snatch your [?] colder than Kris Kringle
Doing murders like it's legal
This big nose bigger throwing off mixed signals
Body rotating [?] ate twelve inch singles
I don't mingle, I boss through the club
They say Thyme was lost in the Mudd
It's real at the time, of course when you young
Hard-headed nigga but he soft with his tongue (Oh!)
Feel my heart over [?] drum
From the start, sober now coughing up lungs
Awesome the love, your first love of live
Only God is above the Christ
It's hi and bye so hug me twice
With guns and fight, drama, drugs and Viks like
Everything I spit is cold, we can battle for Mikilo
'Til the biggest go
Ghetto cribs to globes, I done rid the role
You're not real nigga, you're tryna kid your soul