And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me [Chorus] [Proof] King Gordy brought the pain and Jewels he fought the lames I played with
them hoes catch the wall with it And walkdy, walk, walk, walkdy walk with it Say girl, get loose, back it up, break it down Let me see if you can impress
Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots with 22's with my socks with
all niggaz want war, clap clap, Oh really? I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili Lorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feel me
in half [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo sheezy Make makin' millions look easy Everywhere you turn you see me, you hear me Believe me
clap your hands Ladies in the house just grab a man We gonna make y'all feel it Make y'all feel it Make y'all wanna move Lades in the place just show 'em proof
can catch me at the bar being shady to my old crew How I do? Make moves like I shoot Catch me on the rebound, make at the tunnel Catch me on the rebound
Rhumba" Doc, it makes me wonder; how many heads has Heather Hunter's How many different conclusions to come to And my sixteen bars meth, hittin' too hard With
Niggas ain't fuckin with me man. Nigga I'm high, smokin. Fly ass car. I run these muthafuckin streets, and these niggas out here lookin for me. Man I
they, sever ears Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers Now rock with me, I spray blocks with
s wild When I element the foul, prowl, upon the weekend of sweet I gotta eat, generate with the heat, demolish beats Collectin sheets, war with beast,
gone Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!) I do this with Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me
they sever ears Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers Now rock with me, I spray blocks with
with me You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit B These words stick to you like crazy glue When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets
I should leave these streets behind me But it's so hard to escape Oh lord please send me an angel To lead me out of this place Take me awwaaayyyy Away
it Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots with 22's with my socks with
Boy died from Bed-Stuy I've been, controllin' the street, holdin' the heat Shit I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin' wit' us) Rollin' with me
