run, the mo? Imma ride Cause since Poppa died, I was starin? eye to eye With them gangstas, those niggas you idolize I was young & blind cutting class wastin? time Til? my nigga introduced me to that other
fake ass party and turn this into a classic night, if we die in each others arms, we'll still get laid in the after-life, if we die in each others arms
Lost in this plastic life Let's break out of this fake-ass party Turn this into a classic night If we die in each other's arms Still get laid in that afterlife If we die in each other
, the only exception You, are, the only exception You, are, the only exception Maybe i know, somewhere Deep in my soul That love never lasts And we've got to find other
s got the mass appeal, baby, crank the shit 'Cause it's your God damn jam You say that you want your punchlines a little more compact Well, shawty, I'm that man These other
livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growing older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone but you're never over If Proof
mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life I wouldn't have it any other way Yeah, gun play burning
your mama to somebody else So I'd rather stay than to see you baby Verse 2 (Avant) Its obvious its some misunderstandings For my girl there is no other
fine, there?s no tellin? where the money went Simply irresistible she?s all mine There?s no other way to go Her methods are inscrutable The proof is
good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like '**** it then' Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then Though you was nothin' other
keep my promises 'Cause I don't know what's safe Oh, me of little faith Can I be used to help others find truth? When I'm scared, I'll find proof that
had a job pourin' tar up on the roof Dat boy had it hard no facade, it's da truth So now when I menage and get massaged just to proof Proofs in dat
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice Buckin' at stars and write rhymes for hours The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours Bust this scenario, can't no other
might get taken to the jailhouse and find You've been arrested for driving while blind Now just the other night with nothin' to do We broke a case of proof
know, I know, it gets hard sometimes But don't you give up, it's gonna be better times If you believe, just believe It's no tellin' what you'll receive Livin' proof
my mama let's me down, she wouldn't pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone I save
scared to die. Nigga, what? Who the-, who the thugs? Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts. I only be dealin' with real niggas. Them other niggas--
nigga, we finna mob" Before I hung up the phone, niggas was lettin loose I grabbed my shit and tried to find my bullet-proof But fuck it, niggas, ain'