Proof, Obie Trice, J-Hill - 72nd & Central lyrics
[Proof, Obie Trice, J-Hill - 72nd & Central lyrics]
John John, could, could I get your autograph?
Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, just
Could 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!
Word uhh could do that, hot as hell though
Yo yo, what, uhh what
Bella? hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what
(One by one) Rule one up
In this bitch for real
Roll with a couple niggas like Dave SeVille
Cause they'll
Uh - clean you out like some golden seals
Put your hands up, give me yo' scrill nigga
Uhh
(Two by two) Your bucket is clean
You ridin mean
Pull up at the light on them Spree's
(gimme that)
School Craft wanna jingle your keys
Whatchu 'bout to do? Bleed!
(Three one three) Y'all don't
Run the streets, the streets run you
Put a gun to your kids, "Art of War" Sun Tzu
In the jungle stay humble
Or stumble and fumble
'til death inside a rumble
(Four by four) Rule four better get this down
Before niggas gon' beef better
Have that four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
(Five by five) Niggas connive
I thought you knew it
Your main man's settin you up
Nigga you blew it
Told him what you doin, nigga, you're ruined
You ain't knowin?
(Six six six) The Devil's your man
The ghetto's your land
When you got knocked yo' block
Turned yellow and ran
When you got sugar, why settle for sand?
Never snitch when you clip and
Put your melons in cans
(Seven by seven) Rule seven kinda
Where my heart at
You want beef in the street? Don't start that
Cause we'll have some niggas
Up in yo' apartment
Jumpin outta places where it's real dark at
Uhh
(Eight by eight) You're carryin weight
Hey but wait
A lot of hungry niggas know where you stay
Address your address, change your place
Before you spray nigga
(Nine by nine) I learned a lot
From stank if you got bank
Fuck buyin gats bitch, get a tank
Fuck a firearm, get a wired bomb
Cause when you blow yourself up at
Least you dyin warm explosion ten jewels
Ten reasons, nine Glocks, eight shots
Seven cops, six drop on five blocks
(For sho') three cousins, two
Too hot, one law, family
We put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em
It's one purpose, one goal, two halves
Get a whole, three niggas, one song
(For sho') five ways, six days, seven plus
Eight aK, we can let the nine spray y'all
(NIne by nine) Oh
I'm not real cause I pop pills?
Bring your block to my block nigga
Get your whole block killed
Don't let the "Purple Pills" shit confuse you
One outta my hand, the life'll lose you nigga
(Eight by eight) You lay at your wake
You was played, slugs struck the Escalade
Your brain rest on what Motor City paved
No more sunny days
(Seven by seven) Rule seven
Some'in you better tell 'em
Good coke, good weed, y'all better sell 'em
Cause they'll put some'in up
Into your cerebellum
Proof, you better tell 'em
(Six by six) Assume it's
Only for conversation
Let's conversate, simple nigga the 38 indiff'
Mine'll set trip, empty out the clip
Hold up, a 38 ain't got clips
(Five by five) Niggas be live before they die
'til the test the wrong animal
Then they spirit fly
Just know the game while you
Playin the tough guy that's yo' life
(Four by four) For all you niggas
Think this rap shit's a joke
You get smacked and choked
Bring the dagger and cloak
I put my fuckin heart into
This shit that I wrote
You muh'fuckers on some dope?
(Three by three) Watch who near you
Focus on your rearview
Outta life, yo the trife wanna clear you
Don't get caught on E and fought on streets
Be a victim of "Grand Theft Auto 3"
(Two by two) Trust no one
When you're gettin them
Put your life in perspective
You're killin 'em
Envious niggas stay jealousy driven
Niggas need to be listenin
(One by one) It's one reason why
I still let you breathe
It's one reason why the
Fuckin tec won't squeeze
It's one reason why you ain't
Go out like NSync
That's cause it's one other nigga
That'll do it for me, yo
Ten reasons, nine Glocks, eight shots
Seven cops, six drop on five blocks
(For sho') three cousins, two
Too hot, one law, family
We put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em
It's one purpose, one goal, two halves
Get a whole, three niggas, one song
(For sho') five ways, six days, seven plus
Eight aK, we can let the nine spray y'all