Black Wrist Bro's

Proof

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    (feat. 1st Born)

    "Now, we must all fear, evil men
    But there is another kind of evil, which we must fear most
    And that is, the indifference, of good, men!"

    [Proof]
    Aiyyo duty, it's all about us, you hear me?
    I'm only callin on us, now fear P'll die dumb
    Lie none 'til my dawg lies the gun for my dawg
    Have a nigga family run to the morgue
    Gotta ID the body, for tryna touch mine
    On some Bad Boy, Puffy shit, fuck Shyne
    Fuck fame, you hear me? Don't try to touch my co-D
    My roll D, protected like my O.G.'s

    [1st Born]
    So never say never, well forever dawg I'm rock witchu
    Watch you hatin, contemplatin, waitin to take a shot at you
    It's just me and you plus pistols duty cause niggaz talkin
    Least when we speakin same dudes that felt the heat, stiff in chalk
    We put it down on the block, these niggaz flagrant
    Makin statements indictin extra cases, needin an early placement
    First and firm, never duckin and aim
    Forever co-defendants Iron Fist, I'll fist out some serious pain

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    [Proof]
    It's easy to be the coldest in life
    But can you write your heart in a rhyme and spit your soul in the mic?
    The streets talkin a weak fall
    They currently devour the soft but they never eat dawgs
    Whether few others, two brothers and two mothers
    In a blaze of a light, I bet it's two of us
    Don't try to do some slick shit and die without it
    Cause I bet it on your life you gon' die without it

    [1st Born]
    Peep how I pound that ass and finger-fuck her
    Blazin Cools and market booze, the tools even single suckas
    Black Wrist, Iron Fist all day
    The S.K. spray, make niggaz move like "RAY!"
    For the fat funny guy, I jerk 'em like Jackie Gleason
    Leave 'em standin indecent, wheezin needin a breathin treatment
    In the middle of murk season, I flirt like a church deacon with death
    or at least until my last breath

    [Chorus: Proof]
    [gun cocks] My dawg is me and you
    To them tats on our right wrist we both bein true
    Yo' needs is my needs, my seeds is yo' seeds
    One hurt and we both bleed
    We gon' ride 'til them wheels fall off
    Or God wanna kill us off {*blam*}
    I don't duck when you pop that gat
    Don't ever doubt that you got my back

    [1st Born]
    We put our life stories in a song, boast how we pop nines
    It's the truth duke and more than just a hot line
    I got mine minus yours cause you hate it and squeeze
    My niggaz down on they luck, y'all niggaz down on y'all knees
    Holla at him, you holla at me
    I'm down for whatever forever, however it gotta be
    In the clubs or the streets, once these thugs feel this heat
    Bats, snubs or the beef, with the love of the D

    [Proof]
    You want trouble with P then that's trouble with 1st
    We carry weight on our back that's doubled this Earth
    You know where we at, in the struggle to search
    Come thug on my turf, leave your blood in this dirt
    With the pride of your manhood I paved the bricks
    Livin life like a movie, it's a gangsta script
    With my duty my co-star, been in two so far
    Two hearts like rice with no R

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