[Intro: Proof]
Violence
Take one
If you hearing this, this a rough draft
Got no business listening to us
[talking]
On the real, listen
[Verse 1: Proof]
Put the streets in a niggas eyes
Put the beef in a niggas mind
Put his teeth on a killers nine
No remorse when i kill his mom, illest rhyme
Hit the panic button, keep the whole planet ducking
Stand for nothing, but fall from slugs
I give it all for bugz
Dont make me call my thugs
Yeah, i'm a lady hitter, hit your moms and a babysitter
A crazy killer
Spit the house on your favourite nigga
My techs loud, slugs at your chest hard, through your vest guard
Get your thresh and your neck scarred
Feels the fire, your hear "pop, pop"
And squeal and tire, run for the hills and higher
Get your brand new gun, no you's (?)
Talk loud, but get snuffed out
By hired men
That's what we do to you cowards
I'm rolling off E, at your wake, smelling your funeral flowers
Violence
Take one
If you hearing this, this a rough draft
Got no business listening to us
[talking]
On the real, listen
[Verse 1: Proof]
Put the streets in a niggas eyes
Put the beef in a niggas mind
Put his teeth on a killers nine
No remorse when i kill his mom, illest rhyme
Hit the panic button, keep the whole planet ducking
Stand for nothing, but fall from slugs
I give it all for bugz
Dont make me call my thugs
Yeah, i'm a lady hitter, hit your moms and a babysitter
A crazy killer
Spit the house on your favourite nigga
My techs loud, slugs at your chest hard, through your vest guard
Get your thresh and your neck scarred
Feels the fire, your hear "pop, pop"
And squeal and tire, run for the hills and higher
Get your brand new gun, no you's (?)
Talk loud, but get snuffed out
By hired men
That's what we do to you cowards
I'm rolling off E, at your wake, smelling your funeral flowers
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