[Hook: Brief Encounter]
You're the lyrics of my life
You're the end of the story
[Verse 1]
Uhh, you know Proof, D12, Shady Records all day
New kids nothin, we skipping through the hallways
All praise I.F., Motor City giants
Name been on bubble since Salam dropped the Pyrex (Wreck!)
Out to stack the cake up, my group will never break up
The world been sleep long enough, they better wake up
Don't sport a Jacob, bling just the same
Remain in the D, it's the kingdom I claim
Never leaving the fame, born to be great
Walk to the door of a quarter 'til eight
Haters hate but they late with the jump off
I'm in the game to maintain, no reason to jump off, come on
[Hook: Brief Encounter]
You're the lyrics of my life
You're the end of the story
[Verse 2]
8 Mile was dope, Obie brought heat
Emile on the beat, 50 kept us in the street
It's my destiny to be, the truth nevertheless
Nothin new your boy Proof is better than best
Elliot Ness to these fuckin gangsters and killers
Banking they millions, they all wanksters and squealers
My first spit with the Tony Toca
D-Tweezy "Ride to death" is our only slogan
Dreams of fuckin J-Lo, hood is on the payroll
Locked in the Third Precinct screamin "Free Yayo"
If the beef is set, let's squeeze off a TEC
And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me
You're the lyrics of my life
You're the end of the story
[Verse 1]
Uhh, you know Proof, D12, Shady Records all day
New kids nothin, we skipping through the hallways
All praise I.F., Motor City giants
Name been on bubble since Salam dropped the Pyrex (Wreck!)
Out to stack the cake up, my group will never break up
The world been sleep long enough, they better wake up
Don't sport a Jacob, bling just the same
Remain in the D, it's the kingdom I claim
Never leaving the fame, born to be great
Walk to the door of a quarter 'til eight
Haters hate but they late with the jump off
I'm in the game to maintain, no reason to jump off, come on
[Hook: Brief Encounter]
You're the lyrics of my life
You're the end of the story
[Verse 2]
8 Mile was dope, Obie brought heat
Emile on the beat, 50 kept us in the street
It's my destiny to be, the truth nevertheless
Nothin new your boy Proof is better than best
Elliot Ness to these fuckin gangsters and killers
Banking they millions, they all wanksters and squealers
My first spit with the Tony Toca
D-Tweezy "Ride to death" is our only slogan
Dreams of fuckin J-Lo, hood is on the payroll
Locked in the Third Precinct screamin "Free Yayo"
If the beef is set, let's squeeze off a TEC
And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me
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