[Eminem:] Big Proof, Rest In Peace Dudey We Love You, We Just Wanna Keep Makin You Proud. [Proof:] My Life Is Trapped In These Lines Thats Why I'm Packin
the dead. Say what you want. Say what you want. And did I choose to be the one who is left? Or is this something sinister? Or is this proof against
pussy to tackle, get up, Be a man, stand, a real man woulda had this shit handled. Know you just had your heart ripped out and crushed, They say Proof
club I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked, 'Cause I'm sippin' on some Gin, Sip, Sippin' on some Jack, Slip 60 in her panties with my number on the back 'Cause the proof
best sing It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things Didn't arrest (?), the bullet-proof vest
Mother fucker I'm gone Mother fucker I'm gone [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uhhhh! I know what they don't wanna tell you Just hope you're heaven sent, and you're hell proof
up in the mix of action if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin New York got a nigga depressed So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess God bless my
in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone I know what they don't wanna tell you Just hope you're heaven-sent and you're hell-proof
don't budge, bitch With my mack and my tech And my vest, just like that For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets I'm that gallstone trapped
club I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked, 'Cause I'm sippin' on some Gin, Sip, Sippin' on some Jack, Slip $60 in her panties with my number on the back 'Cause the proof
a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked I got up, I'm 'bout to punch ya to the ground, ya trick It's a trap, fuck my last CD, that shit's in
and pale yeah hey let me send a little message to my enemies you nigga get to telling have 'em buried 'fore they sentence me come to ATL, hit any trap
nigga, we finna mob" Before I hung up the phone, niggas was lettin loose I grabbed my shit and tried to find my bullet-proof But fuck it, niggas, ain'
they see the flash You ain't ballin', you pump fakin' till you found in ya trunk naked Four pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?" B. Sig, cold crook, I trap
on the floor, an I can't stop throwin up, devastatin, grippin the toilet, regergutatin, like a fat ass rat, on a big ass peaunt blue trap, I'm stuck
head Sayin yes to my denim as she nods head XV from the middle of the map I'm coming to you live from the middle of the trap Colours in the chain like
sing It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things Didn't arrest them, the bullet-proof vest team
