Proof - Live N Direct lyrics

Ayo, D12, Big Proof (yeah, what)
Let's go

Real dogs that use teeth and beef, listen
Cashflow off assholes read in prison
Talk only your thought
And make clear decisions
Dope and weed smoke will
Never cloud my vision
Pack a Nine and I survive any collision
Proceed without read, don't be no pigeon
Talk is cheap when I speak "Fuck This" and
Take notice, focus, finish the mission
Keep enemies close and most friends distant
Had in my brain as an infant
Dig dirt for work, don't need no assistance
Proof a 2-0 so hoes don't miss print
Snitches and dead men? Not much different
Every hood wanna get live like Steve Rifkind
Pay attention to your heart
Don't start ass kissin'
A snake knows his fate
His whole body stiffin' when it's

Live N Direct for every hood, it's set
Sky's the limit, nigga
This as good as it gets
We all want the ice, Rolex, and slow sex
But can you handle drama of
Bullets and death threats?

Don't be a buster actin' tougher than leather
Have heart in the dark and spark your Beretta
My clique is trife
They put ice on they teathers
Ya whole clique choke
Prolly float like feathers
Screamin' "fuck jail" and hail all together
Got the heat in the street
Shit down to a letter
Me and we gon' be dawgs forever
Since birth on this earth
There ain't shit that I'm scared of
Ever snitch or been a bitch? Nope, never
Maintain, regain reign, fuck the weather
Flip the hood over till
I find something better
If ya chick slobs dick then
My whole clique get her
Only neighborhoods, dogs and hard-hitters
Fuck doin' time, every movement made clever
3 things I'm about: Loot, Dough, and Cheddar
And 2 things you can get, nigga
Dead and Deader when it's

Live N Direct for every hood, it's set
Sky's the limit, nigga
This as good as it gets
We all want the ice, Rolex, and slow sex
But can you handle drama of
Bullets and death threats?

I fought to be here from Mom and Daddy's sax
Pullin' stocks while my Pop's off the crack
Moms never had kids, I got
Reclined in the cushion while
I'm pushin' Cadillacs
Nothin' nice, all my life, always been a Mack
Proof got real juice and I know how to act
I learned how to share in a two-family flat
Have a gun up in your face
If it wasn't for this rap
Love rule one: Don't let em your stack
Rule two: Please believe that
Your phone is tapped
Three: Never trust who you
Think got your back
Four: Understand that you're best makin' rap
Five: Always keep your eyes behind your hat
Don't build off talk, make money off fact
Don't go to war with shanks and bats
When I got bones with me and tanks and gats