Foreign Beggars, Guilty Simpson - Prove It lyrics

Yeah, bounce to it, bounce, yeah, London
Yeah, Guilty Simpson in the house
Foreign Beggars in the house
Boy, false town, in your yard bruv

I'm your block's nuisance
I'm like Glocks shooting
Imma riot in Detroit, I never stop looting
I throw a rock through your window
Puffing my endo gun's to your temple
Fuck with my kin folk and die
Detroit ns multiply and reinvesting any
On the coke supply
These rap cats claim that we're
One and the same but they running the game
But I'm running the game
I'm a new age Cyrus
I bum my smoke and say thanks
Pull my gun out and run you through
Get em, I bounce to a whole nother rhythm
You're off-beat and clumsy
Find my where slums be
Where the crack heads
The pimp whores and bums be
And I'm just like them, I'm mad hungry
Foreign Beggars in the house with
Berretas in your mouth
Get the cheddar then we out

I pull run thick, a lotta dudes talk shit
But, it's all nonsense to me (prove it)
They're just fronting for my
Peeps out in London
On the way back down to the D
(show how we do it)
Guilty Simpson's in the house
Foreign Beggars' in the house
Detroit City's in the house, London
England's in the house

Man I'm always at large in
Night clubs and bars
Where rich folk hang out and light up cigars
When they're paying for their drinks I'll
Be lurking in the dark
With them wandering fingers that will
Splurt with your cars grand theft auto
You'll get turfed out your car
Clean out your yard like my
First name was Mark
So lock your windows and your doors
Cos I'll be coming round blud
Could be in the early eve while
You're out on the booze
Or in the afternoon while you're
Try'na catch a snooze
I'll be bagging up your goods
In a fat swag bag i ain't got shit
So really I ain't got shit to lose
I got your house plans scribbled in a diagram
You're on the 12th floor, cool
Well Imma bust a Spiderman
So if you think you're shit is
Safe you'd better think again bruv

I pull run thick, a lotta dudes talk shit
But, it's all nonsense to me (prove it)
They're just fronting for my
Peeps out in London
On the way back down to the D
(show how we do it)
Guilty Simpson's in the house
Foreign Beggars' in the house
Detroit City's in the house, London
England's in the house

Yeah, we can say I've been known to pack heat
I move keys of crack to
Fiends in back streets
But, been a couple places where
Hell and earth meets
Seen meat turned freaks can
Squirt like burst leaks
Seen urges turned deep
Move work to earn keeps by work I mean food
That's food you can't eat
Cos food you can't eat makes Gs so fuck Ps
Cos Ps mean to Gs that
Ain't dealing with keys i never back down
I've proceeded to put the smack down
Independent, yes
But never been in the background
It's Foreign Beggars, GS blessed the track
And again we spread fear like
Pipe bombs and black clouds
I'm in your house like bazoo
In the crack crowds
Raps are danker than raps you
In his black bowls
It's Orifice up in your bitch
With his dick up in your bitch
Get the chips and then we split

I pull run thick, a lotta dudes talk shit
But, it's all nonsense to me (prove it)
They're just fronting for my
Peeps out in London
On the way back down to the D
(show how we do it)
Guilty Simpson's in the house
Foreign Beggars' in the house
Detroit City's in the house, London
England's in the house