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Proof
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No. T. Lose
作詞:Waverly Alford, Claude Debussy, De Shaun Dupree Holton, Isao Tomita
There's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing, no there's nothing Won't lose it, can't lose it, there's nothing but this music There's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing, no there's nothing Won't lose it, can't lose it, there's nothing but this music
My mind is broke, too many lines of coke Open mind for beefin', no reason I'ma choke Time to quote somethin' you never heard Pour my heart when I talk and spit it with every word
We ain't playin' no more, sayin' no more No games no mourn, on the grind and we came for yours In a four-double, Billboard trouble This industry ain't ready for no more rebels
Kill at will, with the will to kill Keep it real with steel, these pills will feel Proof for poppin', they used to joggin' I take out your block 'cause my future callin'
Don't confuse it y'all, I used to brawl till your producer fall (Pop, pop, pop) Who's involved? They don't wanna do nothin' Whoop style, I make 'em all move some
Clap the mag up, back the gas up Leave 'em scrapped and smashed up, then wrapped in plastic Ask the hood, this the platinum classic Now quit the yackin' bitch and pass the acid, c'mon
What they want right now is a nigga with nothin' to lose Oh, nothin' to lose He got no shame in his game about the stuff that he do Oh, the stuff that he do right now
Jump off stage right now nigga start punchin' a fool Oh, punchin' a fool Y'all bitch, that's why we ain't fuckin' wit' chu We ain't fuckin' wit' chu, no, no
Hit the metal with devilish tongues Just frontin' for the ghetto kissin' misfits to hum Along with red and yellow biscuits to munch Just think before you was never meant to come
Forever rich and dumb, brawl out any day You heard Slim, we some all out Renegades To the end of days, put the scare away Who better than D12? That's a sin to say
Can you follow this? Y'all swallow shit Of politics, I like the [unverified]wrist Taste the motherfuckin' dust in this laced blunt Take the world with me fool nigga like Pace won
Ain't none ready slap box for kicks Pack box to spit and smack cops with dick This is narcotics and dark knowledge that's symbolic Sin sonic demonic and my heart's rotted
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Make plans, on insanity sands I'm like damn, too much in me Incredible Man And I got a Grammy to chant in enemy land I'm bustin' off on your block like Yosemite Sam
What they want right now is a nigga with nothin' to lose Oh, nothin' to lose He got no shame in his game about the stuff that he do Oh, the stuff that he do right now
Jump off stage right now nigga start punchin' a fool Oh, punchin' a fool Y'all bitch, that's why we ain't fuckin' wit' chu We ain't fuckin' wit' chu, no, no
Uh, sittin' in here with a blunt and a ice cube Plottin' with Satan, to snatch guys light fuse Didn't like school, I never liked you I'm burnin' Bibles while I'm sniffin' on this white glue
Fight, dudes, blacks to white fools Then act cocky, I'm Rocky, shit I might lose What I got it I'm bout it bout it, about it Lonely in life or see Christ without it
Victory is meant to be Where my father has been has been a mystery But I don't give a fuck, I'ma live it up Gettin' drunk, get in clubs and I'm sellin' off prescription drugs
And I miss you Bugz! I'm almost steady now Proof is here, the world ain't ready now If you gay you gay, you straight you straight You violate today in the mistake you make, hey
Are you swallowin'? Hey lil' finger pop Don't need a greasy college to see you drop Proof the king of bars hit the pretty coffin I'm like a sucker punch, why? 'Cause I ain't seen it often
Genius artist, so retarded Broken hearted, my soul's like a open target And I'm ready to leave Earth You step to my death next year on my T-shirt
What they want right now is a nigga with nothin' to lose Oh, nothin' to lose He got no shame in his game about the stuff that he do Oh, the stuff that he do right now
Jump off stage right now nigga start punchin' a fool Oh, punchin' a fool Y'all bitch, that's why we ain't fuckin' wit' chu We ain't fuckin' wit' chu, no, no
That Derty Harry, well, well King Gordy, well, well Dirty Dozen, well, well Fat Killer, Fat Killer
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