Lirik Lagu 72nd & Central (Feat.+J-Hill, Obie Trice) - Proof
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Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon!John John, could, could I get your autograph?Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid)Oh, yeah yeah yeah, justCould you sign this for me please? (Sure, what's your name?)Thanks thanks, I'm a real big fan, thanks thanks(Here you are) Thanks a lot!
[Intro: J-Hill]Word [gunshots] uhhCould do that, hot as hell thoughYo.. yo, what, uhh.. whatBella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhhSet it down dawg, what..
[J-Hill](ONE, BY, ONE) Rule one up in this bitch for realRoll with a couple niggaz like Dave SeVilleCause they'll, uh - clean you out like some golden sealsPut your hands up, give me yo' scrill nigga, uhh
[Obie Trice](TWO, BY, TWO) Your bucket is clean, you ridin meanPull up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!)School Craft wanna jingle your keysWhatchu 'bout to do? Bleed!
[Proof](3, 1, 3) Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run youPut a gun to your kids, "Art of War" Sun-TzuIn the jungle stay humble or stumble and fumble'til death inside a rumble
[J-Hill](FOUR, BY, FOUR) Rule four better get this downBefore niggaz gon' beef better have that four-pound (uhh)And bust like four rounds, kick the door downGet yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
[Obie Trice](FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew itYour main man's settin you up nigga you blew itTold him what you doin, nigga, you're ruinedYou ain't knowin?
[Proof](6, 6, 6) The Devil's your man, the ghetto's your landWhen you got knocked yo' block turned yellow and ranWhen you got sugar, why settle for sand?Never snitch when you clip and put your melons in cans
[J-Hill](SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven kinda where my heart atYou want beef in the street? Don't start thatCause we'll have some niggaz up in yo' apartmentJumpin outta places where it's real dark at, uhh
[Obie Trice](EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You're carryin weight, hey, but waitA lot of hungry niggaz know where you stayAddress your address, change your placebefore you spray nigga
[Proof](NINE, BY, NINE) I learned a lot from stank if you got bankFuck buyin gats bitch, get a tankFuck a firearm, get a wired bombCause when you blow yourself up at least you dyin warm [explosion]Ten jewels
[Chorus: Proof, J-Hill]Ten reasons, nine glocks, eight shotsSeven cops, six drop on five blocks (FOUR/FOR SHO'!)Three cousins, two/too hot, one law, familyWe put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em
It's one purpose, one goal, two halvesGet a whole, three niggaz, one song (FOUR/FOR SHO'!)Five ways, six days, seven plusEight/A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all
[Proof](NINE, BY, NINE) Oh I'm not real cause I pop pills?Bring your block to my block nigga get your whole block killedDon't let the "Purple Pills" shit confuse youOne outta my hand, the life'll lose you nigga
[Obie Trice](EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You lay at your wakeYou was played, slugs struck the EscaladeYour brain rest on what Motor City pavedNo more sunny days
[J-Hill](SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven, some'in you better tell 'emGood coke, good weed, y'all better sell 'emCause they'll put some'in up into your cerebellumProof, you better tell 'em
[Proof](SIX, BY, SIX) Assume it's only for conversationLet's conversate, simple nigga the .38 indiff'Mine'll set trip, empty out the clipHold up, a .38 ain't got clips
[Obie Trice](FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz be live before they die'til the test the wrong animal then they spirit flyJust know the game while you playin the tough guyThat's yo' life
[J-Hill](FOUR, BY, FOUR) For all you niggaz think this rap shit's a jokeYou get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and cloakI put my fuckin heart into this shit that I wroteYou muh'fuckers on some dope?
[Proof](THREE, BY, THREE) Watch who near you, focus on your rearviewOutta life, yo the trife wanna clear youDon't get caught on E and fought on streetsBe a victim of "Grand Theft Auto 3"
[Obie Trice](TWO, BY, TWO) Trust no one when you're gettin themPut your life in perspective, you're killin 'emEnvious niggaz stay jealousy drivenNiggaz need to be listenin
[J-Hill](ONE, BY, ONE) It's one reason why I still let you breatheIt's one reason why the fuckin tec won't squeezeIt's one reason why you ain't go out like N*SyncThat's cause it's one other nigga that'll do it for me, yo
[Chorus]
[Proof] Ten jewels...
[Intro: J-Hill]Word [gunshots] uhhCould do that, hot as hell thoughYo.. yo, what, uhh.. whatBella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhhSet it down dawg, what..
[J-Hill](ONE, BY, ONE) Rule one up in this bitch for realRoll with a couple niggaz like Dave SeVilleCause they'll, uh - clean you out like some golden sealsPut your hands up, give me yo' scrill nigga, uhh
[Obie Trice](TWO, BY, TWO) Your bucket is clean, you ridin meanPull up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!)School Craft wanna jingle your keysWhatchu 'bout to do? Bleed!
[Proof](3, 1, 3) Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run youPut a gun to your kids, "Art of War" Sun-TzuIn the jungle stay humble or stumble and fumble'til death inside a rumble
[J-Hill](FOUR, BY, FOUR) Rule four better get this downBefore niggaz gon' beef better have that four-pound (uhh)And bust like four rounds, kick the door downGet yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
[Obie Trice](FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew itYour main man's settin you up nigga you blew itTold him what you doin, nigga, you're ruinedYou ain't knowin?
[Proof](6, 6, 6) The Devil's your man, the ghetto's your landWhen you got knocked yo' block turned yellow and ranWhen you got sugar, why settle for sand?Never snitch when you clip and put your melons in cans
[J-Hill](SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven kinda where my heart atYou want beef in the street? Don't start thatCause we'll have some niggaz up in yo' apartmentJumpin outta places where it's real dark at, uhh
[Obie Trice](EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You're carryin weight, hey, but waitA lot of hungry niggaz know where you stayAddress your address, change your placebefore you spray nigga
[Proof](NINE, BY, NINE) I learned a lot from stank if you got bankFuck buyin gats bitch, get a tankFuck a firearm, get a wired bombCause when you blow yourself up at least you dyin warm [explosion]Ten jewels
[Chorus: Proof, J-Hill]Ten reasons, nine glocks, eight shotsSeven cops, six drop on five blocks (FOUR/FOR SHO'!)Three cousins, two/too hot, one law, familyWe put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em
It's one purpose, one goal, two halvesGet a whole, three niggaz, one song (FOUR/FOR SHO'!)Five ways, six days, seven plusEight/A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all
[Proof](NINE, BY, NINE) Oh I'm not real cause I pop pills?Bring your block to my block nigga get your whole block killedDon't let the "Purple Pills" shit confuse youOne outta my hand, the life'll lose you nigga
[Obie Trice](EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You lay at your wakeYou was played, slugs struck the EscaladeYour brain rest on what Motor City pavedNo more sunny days
[J-Hill](SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven, some'in you better tell 'emGood coke, good weed, y'all better sell 'emCause they'll put some'in up into your cerebellumProof, you better tell 'em
[Proof](SIX, BY, SIX) Assume it's only for conversationLet's conversate, simple nigga the .38 indiff'Mine'll set trip, empty out the clipHold up, a .38 ain't got clips
[Obie Trice](FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz be live before they die'til the test the wrong animal then they spirit flyJust know the game while you playin the tough guyThat's yo' life
[J-Hill](FOUR, BY, FOUR) For all you niggaz think this rap shit's a jokeYou get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and cloakI put my fuckin heart into this shit that I wroteYou muh'fuckers on some dope?
[Proof](THREE, BY, THREE) Watch who near you, focus on your rearviewOutta life, yo the trife wanna clear youDon't get caught on E and fought on streetsBe a victim of "Grand Theft Auto 3"
[Obie Trice](TWO, BY, TWO) Trust no one when you're gettin themPut your life in perspective, you're killin 'emEnvious niggaz stay jealousy drivenNiggaz need to be listenin
[J-Hill](ONE, BY, ONE) It's one reason why I still let you breatheIt's one reason why the fuckin tec won't squeezeIt's one reason why you ain't go out like N*SyncThat's cause it's one other nigga that'll do it for me, yo
[Chorus]
[Proof] Ten jewels...
