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proof - do you كلمات الأغنية

[intro: j_hill & salam wreck]
this thing on?
yo, yo, hm
that’s gangsta (for real, yo)
do you, do you, word
okay look

[verse 1: j_hill]
if that ain’t rich, [?] drop [?] hits
dope like her’on, yayo sh_t
detroit got more hustles than lingo
shined up mamis on [dubs and rico?]
and boo i ain’t trying to part those thighs
’cause chicks be trying to marry j like blige
i hang on the block with them gangster guys
ducking police and them two to fives
got a couple hot dice, we can shoot the five
get a little weed money, hit the coney high
it’s all cool if you roll with the homies right?
i know you got some tricks you can show me right, like uh, do you
we can hit the bar, weed rolled up, big cigar
need scales like richter y’all
sniff crack then spit the raw
flow fеlony, hit the law
you don’t know these streets
i rеpresent curtis ave. [?] street
my 6 mile homies they down with me
yo my n_gga big proof he down with me
[chorus: tonyatta martinez & proof]
do you
do you
for my n_ggas and my b_tches
for them thugs in the trenches (do you, do you)
for n_ggas locked in the distance (do you, do you)
do you, do you
do you
for my n_ggas and my b_tches
for my thugs in the trenches
do you
locked down doing distance (do you, do you)
do you (alright, alright)

[verse 2: proof]
the one reason why rap won’t die
and n_ggas like ja rule won’t multiply (sh_t)
it’s not a diss but my policy
and the line before this line was no apology (b_tches)
rap ain’t about the platinum and ice
whoever disagree with me i’m smacking ’em twice
asking polite n_gga, lay down, don’t make me stretch you
head don’t feel you, they only nod ’cause they respect you
for what you was and you’ll never be again
i’ll never be your friend, f_ck your cheddar and your benz
f_ck your bread and all your ends, i’m deading all your kin
i’m bad for you player, i’ll lead all in your skin
stating the facts, blatant at that
impatient and scr_p, while small chats be relating to gats
slugs escaping the mac_10, breaking your back
leave your headpiece bleeding, vacant and cracked
brung the streets, feel my lungs with weed
freshen any production like big pun on e
for my son to breathe, pack a gun to squeeze
knock your t__th out your mouth and there your gums to bleed
i’m a bad man walking, you’re a dead man talking
snake with a grin that love to shed his skin often
but when the glock is exposed and shot at your clothes
i’ll make the back of your stomach touch the top of your toes, do you, do you
[chorus: tonyatta martinez & proof]
do you
do you
for my n_ggas and my b_tches
to thugs in the trenches (do you, do you)
locked in the distance (do you, do you)
do you, do you
do you
for my n_ggas and my b_tches
and the hugs in the trenches
do you
locked down doing distance (do you, do you)
do you (alright, alright)

[outro: proof]
yeah, it’s that underground sh_t
houseshoes on the track, cyzer on the board
j_hill n_gga, big proof, cousins baby
obie trice, i.f. records
underground sh_t
detroit city, you heard me, c’mon
everybody hop with me, belle isle hop with me
belle isle hop y’all, detroit
it’s the big proof, oh
essman on the…
[?]
cyzer, big mike c’mon
dre dukes, runyon ave oh
eastside n_ggas, westside n_ggas c’mon
let’s go, let’s go
check me out, come on i’m out of here

- proof

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