I Ain’t Scared (Oil Can Harry) Proof (Ft. Eminem)

[Intro: Proof]
Derty Harry is dead [x4]
I'm here to announce that Derty Harry is dead
Now witness the life of his son, or Oil Can Harry, The Boss

[Verse 1: Proof & Eminem]
My life is trapped in these lines, that’s why I’m packin' these nines
I gotta rap, I ain’t dyin', that’s in the back of my mind
Got a strap made of iron, can’t relax on this grind
Bendin' over backwards for these slackers 'til I’m snappin' my spine
Natural high, gotta focus, on these bogus poachers
Lookin' over my shoulder, Proof get it poppin' like soda
Hold up, we nothin' but soldiers
Slow up, this gun is loaded
Roll up, they beef and we leavin' ‘em coked up!
If Slim say it, I spray it; if he will it, I kill it
We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit, y'all can feel it
Real as this gun on my waistline, at war we don't waste time
Ja, man, he can’t take a punch and 50 can take nine (brrrah!)
We got Schoolcraft here at the 7, 8, and Dexter
I’m up in Hollis spendin’ dollars, ain’t feelin' no pressure
Yes sir, your texture is bitch, betcha you flinch
When Proof shoot up that coup and wet your whole clique
Fuck it, who's next on this shit? This is breakfast time, bitch!
When you brothers is stiff as slugs exit ya wig
You'll be next to B.I.G., Pac, it's destiny kid
Before ya lid get popped, stop testin' me, bitch!