No more to say

Proof

    Continues after the ad

    (Trick-Trick)
    You know the days of talking is over
    And there ain't too much more we can say
    To try to get these different individuals,
    or muthafukkas as I like to call 'em
    To just, Shut the Fukk up
    Let's go:

    (Verse: Trick-Trick)
    You witnessed the ass whooping, bones got broke
    When the 50 calib blast, wouldn't last
    Through the smoke as you choke
    Pay attention bear witness to this muthafukkin twitch that you excite
    Cuz none of the bullets hit you they missed you,
    But we ain't trippin wasn't after you,
    Don't you piss, it's like a bitch them ni66az laughed at you
    Now you agitated a little bit, acting just like a little bitch
    I figured that you would surface I knew you happen to managed to pop shit
    Saying Trick that, Trick this
    When the balls that you have and if when I pop them
    Should of died wit 'em, body and soul coulda burn
    I'mma keep killing these bitches until everybody learn
    Fukk time and it's time that these fukkers to start dyin'
    I ain't sayin this to say in this rhyme and I ain't lyin
    Man enough to say it and mean it, ni66az can be gone
    I'mma do another verse but there aint much more I can speak on

    (Chorus: Eminem)
    There's nothing more these words can say
    This hard headed muthafukka just won't let it lay
    So say a prayer for this playa cuz he's going to his grave
    So stand clear bitches betta get the fukk out my way.

    Continues after the ad

    (Verse: Proof)
    Let me show you how I started as a starvin artist
    This is Proof wit the truth regardless of all this
    As my CEO and best friend of the essence
    I won' why nobody in Detroit won't test him
    Lesson learned, flesh get burned
    Tex in turn, a scar hotter than the press and burn
    Everlast the beef is over, you can sleep this over
    Clique Benz took the streets wit soldiers
    Including me I move and creep wit oozie fleas that choose to lead
    I'll put your dudes to sleep
    Who is he (Trick) Trick no treat
    That street life AK that still'll lift your feet
    The rest of these ni66az is comical
    I'mma go abhominal, split like a domino
    Rhyming pro, sharp witout a diamond, Go
    Geronimo to any man wit pause
    Murder you bitches, still screaming FUKK THE LAW!

    (Chorus: Eminem)
    There's nothing more these words can say
    This hard headed muthafukka just won't let it lay
    So say a prayer for this playa cuz he's going to his grave
    So stand clear bitches betta get the fukk out my way.

    Obs: Está incompleta...

    Song details

    Composition: Eminem, Proof, Luis Edgardo Resto, King Steven Lee, and Chris Trick Trick Mathis

    Did you see an error?

    Enviar revisão