The Group Home - Livin' Proof lyrics

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My life story strictly business never blew my chance

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"