Moms kicked me out the house when I was flippin "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 Livin' 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 tryin to get the fuck out  see what the world's about
 Check it nineteen-eighty-six is when I reached my peak
 Take my brothers outta state and tried to make some ends meet
 First destinate your sector then it's just like that
 Makin moves with my brothers and there's no turnin back
 We got thirty-six grams on the scale right now
 Gettin ready with my brothers time to break the shit down
 I'm not about killin 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 givin it back
 A unique sound from the streets and it's just so sweet
 My Livin' Proof life story, let me break it in piece

 Yo I rock on the block with the real hip-hop
 As you start to clock... and jock
 Yo, I'm comin off with mad rage
 Eighteen, and hittin the real stage
 But don't worry bout me, cause I'm makin it
 And if I can't have it, then I'm takin it
 That's how it is, cause I'm livin trife
 Where's my knife, take a chance witcha life
 Rappers decapitate, and disintegrate
 You I will mutilate, when I penetrate
 Go for the one when I say raid
 A hit man 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 livin proof

 Chorus:

 "Leave it up to me while I be livin proof"
 "Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough" --> Inspectah Deck
 (both lines from C.R.E.A.M.)
 (cut and scratched by DJ Premier 4X)

 I'm lost, must pay the cost to be the boss
 With force, rather get my point across
 I'm goin off on the mic insane, out of sight
 When I take flight (like who kid?) Like Mike
 And you see, I be rollin like a battlecat
 And I'm ready to rip on my combat
 Beef I'm not havin that yo, I pull my trigger back
 And all you pussy niggaz know where my heart is at
 I like to stay down low but yo I flip at times
 Like when I'm kickin lines, or bustin out nines
 It's like that, shit I jumped off the roof
 Pysch, cause I wouldn't be livin' proof

 "Kick the truth, to the young black youth" --> Inspectah Deck

 The moral of the story - what the fuck's goin on?
 NYCeez won't see two thousand if these niggaz keep frontin
 I used to hustle on the block, now I rock for papes
 Watch out, the world turn, and I will come back
 Relieven stress off my brain I got the la-la for that
 Breakin down all subjects, and then all facts
 Lettin lose everyday, but still, keepin it fat
 Bust it niggaz keep on frontin in this game aight?
 Scared to death ass rappers don't get no props
 Scared to come to the ghetto talk about bustin shots
 See I can walk around the ghetto stand in peace and at ease
 Get my ghetto crowd open yo you know what I mean
 Indeed, see what I see and then you know what I mean
 Gettin ready for the future so don't fuck with me
 My livin' proof life story niggaz I kill it with ease...

 Chorus   "to kick the truth, to the young black youth