[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
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
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
2: Young Malice] I see you're car-hoppin late nights, workin the graveyard shift Could use a lift up out this hellhole you're trapped in See your reflection
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
we cuddle under half-moon crest While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh Trapped
has proof But faith is all you need to believe Hey, we're all trapped in a silent scream Hey, we're all trapped in a silent scream Hey, we're all trapped
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
she may be. Everyone needs their proof Some kind of rule to latch onto We all want to peek outside the box But were all caught up inside staring...just trapped
road We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory Makin our life one big story to tell Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body I got proof
: (feat. Kon Artist) [Intro - Proof] Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece Fresh up out your momma's mouth So when she spit's you know how I "cum" You know what
, 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
you I ain't the one do And I ain't puffin' nuthin', make all my gun shoot You let your gun loose, none o' 'em niggas gun proof Watch them niggas drop
stroke and nothing to trap-uh John could do, when surrounded with true A man dies, baby born, as far as Peru It's a simple proof between us and imposters
Sayin yes to my denim as she nods head XV from the middle of the map I'm coming to you live from the middle of the trap Colours in the chain like skittles
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