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proof – rob u n da club كلمات اغاني

[intro: 1st born & salam wreck]
uh uh, uh uh (wreck!)
the sharks in the club
313 n_ggas
why i do the things that i do

[verse 1: 1st born]
they say “1st‚ he a half_c_cked heater”
it’s [?] at the border like he be smuggling keys and quarters and just tryna get over
they snakes be spitting venom and cobras they biting
[?] soldier
put your weight on it‚ your half ounce n_gga
suck an elbow‚ you stab and bounce n_ggas
with yo four figures, the n_ggas fronting like they live
if [?] sold they be pushing a six way past five
i see the cut in your eyes tryna peep my every move
this a real .45, did you peep that dude?
did you see the criminals‚ getting physical
with the guns c_cked by their c_ck and genitals doing interviews
six five and i’m a cold piece [?]
(chi_chi blaow!) for acting like you know me
my beef is none of your [?], tripping [?] regret
the b_tch in your eyes, tell me and i went to survive

[refrain: 1st born]
vive‚ vive, vive, vive
zone 8 is just hard to stay alive
they not fit to survive
zone 8 baby
[hook x2: king gordy]
n_gga put your hands up, go for what you know
mosh pit sh_t, get f_cked, throw some blows
y’all n_ggas are spiting, what the f_ck you staying there fo’?
y’all n_ggas are spiting, what the f_ck you staying there fo’?

[verse 2: proof]
y’all don’t wanna do nothing
when them guns get to dumping and bumping one of your loves ones
the dozen shogun, now to blow one through your lung
no one wanna rumble in the concrete jungle
let slugs funnel your spit tunnel, humble with heaters
humble your leaders, sh_t pull a gun on preacher
we from the slums with the creatures, crumble the features
none of your leeches can hand with proof, sh_t one of my weakness
i know the secrets on holding my noodle, cold and it’s brutal
feudal face, it’s so [?] in this life and they know its true though
it’s numero uno, put my heart in the sin
my mind combine like it’s part of pen, let’s start at the end, sh_t
proof the omega, reducing a hater
let loose shots that’ll knock you out of your timbaland boots and your gators
i spit to you player and lie to the feds
when i die in a bed i’ll be high getting head, c’mon

[hook x2: king gordy]
n_gga put your hands up, go for what you know
mosh pit sh_t, get f_cked, throw some blows
y’all n_ggas are spiting, what the f_ck you staying there fo’?
y’all n_ggas are spiting, what the f_ck you staying there fo’?
[verse 4: du]
when it come to weed_smoking i might retire
but when it come to heat_holding i will not cease fire
so please try us when we talk into the club
get on some funny stuff, we’ll beat you down into a bl__dy pulp
f_ck n_ggas that pop sh_t, they irritate like they [?]
i turn it up just a notch b_tch
don’t need no liquour to bust a tec
i rather cut you then gut you from [numb?] to neck
look how we got your fam up in here yo
when your other man lying on the floor with his fingers broke
beat down, f_ck up, unconscious
busting convicts over nonsense
f_ck it, i admit it, i did
tryna stomp his brains out for at least 5 minutes
and when it come to beef i like to get it ignited
so through your hands up ’cause n_ggas if fighting, punk

[verse 5: king gordy]
man stop offering, you can’t take hits
i’ll constipate your brain and make you think you can’t sh_t
your [?] remember [?] showering him with pistols
desperados equal hollows eating through all of your people
let your god meet you, these hots ones will leave you
with long [?] for y’all to peep through, now y’all are see through
“stop looking at me!!!” eye contanct will ’cause y’all to lie on back
the hospital team [?], got your codeine dumped, plus you’re high on crack
vitals going flat, a [?] is worth it [?] in third person
in excursions punching myself in the face, in the stomach but it just ain’t hurting
fire nurses and hire he_rs_s
i am a self proclaimed murdered rapper slain, converted in the dirt
so why is you staring at me, man there’s no need for you to watch me
don’t wanna die then? close your eyelids and get your pupils off me!!
[hook x2: king gordy]
n_gga put your hands up, go for what you know
mosh pit sh_t, get f_cked, throw some blows
y’all n_ggas are spiting, what the f_ck you staying there fo’?
y’all n_ggas are spiting, what the f_ck you staying there fo’?

- proof

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