Proof
Proof - Black Wrist Bro'S songtekst
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"Now, we must all fear, evil men But there is another kind of evil, which we must fear most And that is, the indifference, of good, men!" Aiyyo duty, it's all about us, you hear me? I'm only callin on us, now fear P'll die dumb Lie none 'til my dawg lies the gun for my dawg Have a nigga family run to the morgue Gotta ID the body, for tryna touch mine On some Bad Boy, Puffy shit, fuck Shyne Fuck fame, you hear me? Don't try to touch my co-D My roll D, protected like my O.G.'s So never say never, well forever dawg I'm rock witchu Watch you hatin, contemplatin, waitin to take a shot at you It's just me and you plus pistols duty cause niggaz talkin Least when we speakin same dudes that felt the heat, stiff in chalk We put it down on the block, these niggaz flagrant Makin statements indictin extra cases, needin an early placement First and firm, never duckin and aim Forever co-defendants Iron Fist, I'll fist out some serious pain It's easy to be the coldest in life But can you write your heart in a rhyme and spit your soul in the mic? The streets talkin a weak fall They currently devour the soft but they never eat dawgs Whether few others, two brothers and two mothers In a blaze of a light, I bet it's two of us Don't try to do some slick shit and die without it Cause I bet it on your life you gon' die without it Peep how I pound that ass and finger-fuck her Blazin Cools and market booze, the tools even single suckas Black Wrist, Iron Fist all day The S.K. spray, make niggaz move like "RAY!" For the fat funny guy, I jerk 'em like Jackie Gleason Leave 'em standin indecent, wheezin needin a breathin treatment In the middle of murk season, I flirt like a church deacon with death or at least until my last breath To them tats on our right wrist we both bein true Yo' needs is my needs, my seeds is yo' seeds One hurt and we both bleed We gon' ride 'til them wheels fall off Or God wanna kill us off {*blam*} I don't duck when you pop that gat Don't ever doubt that you got my back We put our life stories in a song, boast how we pop nines It's the truth duke and more than just a hot line I got mine minus yours cause you hate it and squeeze My niggaz down on they luck, y'all niggaz down on y'all knees Holla at him, you holla at me I'm down for whatever forever, however it gotta be In the clubs or the streets, once these thugs feel this heat Bats, snubs or the beef, with the love of the D You want trouble with P then that's trouble with 1st We carry weight on our back that's doubled this Earth You know where we at, in the struggle to search Come thug on my turf, leave your blood in this dirt With the pride of your manhood I paved the bricks Livin life like a movie, it's a gangsta script With my duty my co-star, been in two so far Two hearts like rice with no R