[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
a muthafucka kill me in the streets It'll be a gold plated badge under them sheets Cause you muthafuckas corrupted Can't be trusted Bullet-proof vest
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
the newspapers they never give me the truth no one ever listens to today's youth all our heroes are lying in their graves and we are all rats trapped
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
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 just
feat. Proof of D12) [Intro-EMINEM] Big Proof, rest in peace dudey, we love you, We just wanna keep makin you proud, heh... [PROOF] My life is trapped
loop. And search for some knowledge that come runnin' in the woods. And if I should a choose to be one Then I will be a ???? hoodin' with books and look to kill. My proof
, start to hate you Cause the conflict is building within the ultimate sin Is to be ashamed of your skin My rhymes are like Jamaican over proof I make
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 in the belly
, could you catch me Could you catch me, I'm waiting on you to catch me. You want it so get the proof point, You can always make me lose point, And you
day Focused on the shadow, with my back turned to the light Too intelligent to see it's me in the way What a paradox, having God trapped in a box All
you know hard enough to stop the flames its like standing on the tracks tyrin to block a train you got the game messed up stop and change mind trapped
spaceship and leave earth motherfucker I?m gone, mutherf-cker, I?m gone [Lil Wayne Verse 2] I know what they dont wanna tell you just hope your heaven sent and ya hell proof
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
cause that make me honey look sleazy gettin paid is like good sex becuse my money comes easy my fat stack be the reason nappy head hoes wanna trap me