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Group Home - Livin' Proof lyrics
My life story strictly business never blew my chance Moms kicked me out the house when I was flippin "I'm the Man" Put the boys on the street make them walk this beat Teach them how to eat and to seek for peace Son I stamped this name Livin' Proof cause I mean what I say Bring the fake to reality and make them pay Yo these ghetto rhyme stories got em scared to death I'm tryin to get the fuck out see what the world's about Check it nineteen-eighty-six is when I reached my peak Take my brothers outta state and tried to make some ends meet First destinate your sector then it's just like that Makin moves with my brothers and there's no turnin back We got thirty-six grams on the scale right now Gettin ready with my brothers time to break the shit down I'm not about killin my people but you know how it go Work with me not against me and we'll make mad dough Wear my co-defendant out when I break down with rap Hold me back and give me love and now I'm givin it back A unique sound from the streets and it's just so sweet My Livin' Proof life story, let me break it in piece Yo I rock on the block with the real hip-hop As you start to clock... and jock Yo, I'm comin off with mad rage Eighteen, and hittin the real stage But don't worry bout me, cause I'm makin it And if I can't have it, then I'm takin it That's how it is, cause I'm livin trife Where's my knife, take a chance witcha life Rappers decapitate, and disintegrate You I will mutilate, when I penetrate Go for the one when I say raid A hit man for hire and I wanna get paid Cause bullets are sprayed and anybody is laid More money is made and that's the family trade See I make moves and tell what's the truth That's why I'm here, to be livin proof Chorus: "Leave it up to me while I be livin proof" "Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough" --> Inspectah Deck (both lines from C.R.E.A.M.) (cut and scratched by DJ Premier 4X) I'm lost, must pay the cost to be the boss With force, rather get my point across I'm goin off on the mic insane, out of sight When I take flight (like who kid?) Like Mike And you see, I be rollin like a battlecat And I'm ready to rip on my combat Beef I'm not havin that yo, I pull my trigger back And all you pussy niggaz know where my heart is at I like to stay down low but yo I flip at times Like when I'm kickin lines, or bustin out nines It's like that, shit I jumped off the roof Pysch, cause I wouldn't be livin' proof "Kick the truth, to the young black youth" --> Inspectah Deck The moral of the story - what the fuck's goin on? NYCeez won't see two thousand if these niggaz keep frontin I used to hustle on the block, now I rock for papes Watch out, the world turn, and I will come back Relieven stress off my brain I got the la-la for that Breakin down all subjects, and then all facts Lettin lose everyday, but still, keepin it fat Bust it niggaz keep on frontin in this game aight? Scared to death ass rappers don't get no props Scared to come to the ghetto talk about bustin shots See I can walk around the ghetto stand in peace and at ease Get my ghetto crowd open yo you know what I mean Indeed, see what I see and then you know what I mean Gettin ready for the future so don't fuck with me My livin' proof life story niggaz I kill it with ease... Chorus + "to kick the truth, to the young black youth |
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