lirik lagu rob u n da club – proof
[intro: 1st born & salam wreck]
uh uh, uh uh (wreck!)
the sharks in the club
313 n*ggas
why i do the things that i do
[verse 1: 1st born]
they say “1st‚ he a half*c*cked heater”
it’s [?] at the border like he be smuggling keys and quarters and just tryna get over
they snakes be spitting venom and cobras they biting
[?] soldier
put your weight on it‚ your half ounce n*gga
suck an elbow‚ you stab and bounce n*ggas
with yo four figures, the n*ggas fronting like they live
if [?] sold they be pushing a six way past five
i see the cut in your eyes tryna peep my every move
this a real .45, did you peep that dude?
did you see the criminals‚ getting physical
with the guns c*cked by their c*ck and genitals doing interviews
six five and i’m a cold piece [?]
(chi*chi blaow!) for acting like you know me
my beef is none of your [?], tripping [?] regret
the b*tch in your eyes, tell me and i went to survive
[refrain: 1st born]
vive‚ vive, vive, vive
zone 8 is just hard to stay alive
they not fit to survive
zone 8 baby
[hook x2: king gordy]
n*gga put your hands up, go for what you know
mosh pit sh*t, get f*cked, throw some blows
y’all n*ggas are spiting, what the f*ck you staying there fo’?
y’all n*ggas are spiting, what the f*ck you staying there fo’?
[verse 2: proof]
y’all don’t wanna do nothing
when them guns get to dumping and bumping one of your loves ones
the dozen shogun, now to blow one through your lung
no one wanna rumble in the concrete jungle
let slugs funnel your spit tunnel, humble with heaters
humble your leaders, sh*t pull a gun on preacher
we from the slums with the creatures, crumble the features
none of your leeches can hand with proof, sh*t one of my weakness
i know the secrets on holding my noodle, cold and it’s brutal
feudal face, it’s so [?] in this life and they know its true though
it’s numero uno, put my heart in the sin
my mind combine like it’s part of pen, let’s start at the end, sh*t
proof the omega, reducing a hater
let loose shots that’ll knock you out of your timbaland boots and your gators
i spit to you player and lie to the feds
when i die in a bed i’ll be high getting head, c’mon
[hook x2: king gordy]
n*gga put your hands up, go for what you know
mosh pit sh*t, get f*cked, throw some blows
y’all n*ggas are spiting, what the f*ck you staying there fo’?
y’all n*ggas are spiting, what the f*ck you staying there fo’?
[verse 4: du]
when it come to weed*smoking i might retire
but when it come to heat*holding i will not cease fire
so please try us when we talk into the club
get on some funny stuff, we’ll beat you down into a bl**dy pulp
f*ck n*ggas that pop sh*t, they irritate like they [?]
i turn it up just a notch b*tch
don’t need no liquour to bust a tec
i rather cut you then gut you from [numb?] to neck
look how we got your fam up in here yo
when your other man lying on the floor with his fingers broke
beat down, f*ck up, unconscious
busting convicts over nonsense
f*ck it, i admit it, i did
tryna stomp his brains out for at least 5 minutes
and when it come to beef i like to get it ignited
so through your hands up ’cause n*ggas if fighting, punk
[verse 5: king gordy]
man stop offering, you can’t take hits
i’ll constipate your brain and make you think you can’t sh*t
your [?] remember [?] showering him with pistols
desperados equal hollows eating through all of your people
let your god meet you, these hots ones will leave you
with long [?] for y’all to peep through, now y’all are see through
“stop looking at me!!!” eye contanct will ’cause y’all to lie on back
the hospital team [?], got your codeine dumped, plus you’re high on crack
vitals going flat, a [?] is worth it [?] in third person
in excursions punching myself in the face, in the stomach but it just ain’t hurting
fire nurses and hire he*rs*s
i am a self proclaimed murdered rapper slain, converted in the dirt
so why is you staring at me, man there’s no need for you to watch me
don’t wanna die then? close your eyelids and get your pupils off me!!
[hook x2: king gordy]
n*gga put your hands up, go for what you know
mosh pit sh*t, get f*cked, throw some blows
y’all n*ggas are spiting, what the f*ck you staying there fo’?
y’all n*ggas are spiting, what the f*ck you staying there fo’?
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