Proof

Proof - Derty Harry lyrics

rate me

Hey them horns ain't extensions nigga listen

Real shit here

Haha

Face to face you got no heart

When I blow sparks you lean on me like Joe Clark

My mind is so dark

Its superficial

Nuclear Missile

Hit your body and your bones and I loose the grissle

Proofs official, D12 trademark

A man with no S big braveheart

Y'all ain't even listen

No S big backwards is Gibson

Mel Gibson bravehearted

Now on to my mission

And since then no failure

I promised God to commit hommicide to niggaz wantin a free ride

Like the Amistad

I'm alive

And just started Anger Management To Late by Lonnie Clive

Part of ya mind

Dyin' to rhyme

Like Ronnie and Cline

Influenced the greatest

Like Ronnie and Todd

It ain't no problem too hard

My solo like Do Lo

Been gettin' it

Like I ain't been shittin' it!

CHORUS

(Y'all done start it)

Derty Harry

Contract mothafucker lets roll it right now!

(Y'all done start it)

Derty Harry

You the one on this

(Y'all done start it)

Derty Harry

Proof nigga I'm a wolf

(Y'all done start it)

Derty Harry

You can get some now!

In high school ofcourse I was the best in the lunchroom

Don't make me get up out my seat bitch

I'll punch you

I freestyle for fun but write for wealth

I'm so dope nigga even bite myself

I rap and will rappify you

Blast

And your just a baptist crier

and then add the black Messiah

We gat for hire

To let the techs growl

Put something in your body worse then the West Nile

I was born out of test tube glass

I suggest you blast nigga

Or catch sum flesh wound fast

I ain't met a man that can wrestle gats

I'm right behind the top rappers like a neptune track

Ya L.P.?

I slept through that

Now guess who back

Unless you strapped with a vest and two gats

I suggest you pack

I'll spread you flat then rescue rap

Hit your body so much that your flash won't match

Mothafucker!

[CHORUS]

Fuck Osama for bombing in the racing buildings

I'll bust him and hide him like Jason Williams

(I heard Bizzare and D12 be raping children!?)

Cut the hype dyke I'm trying to make a million

Take this pill then call me when you sober up

Turn the dyke from glad and soon I'll make them hold my nuts

Seldomly seen is Elvis the King

But it's Em thats got these kids nailed to the screen

I held the team

I-F

I got something on my chest thats hard to digest

I heard the streets talking

Seen

Offering

I'm checking my weapon

They mad cause I'm flossing bling

I lost my steam but a demon in human flesh hyped my up

Now my team is tightly cut

So sugar sugar, shot shot

If you didn't get off it's not my fault

The dog is back and y'all niggaz!

[CHORUS]

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