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letra de the proof - corleonee

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[verse 1]
they won’t be happy till they make me put my gloves on
that’s all, bet’s off, all love gone
these little n-ggas can’t find where i’ve gone
that’s why they could never shine where i’ve shone
i’ve gone to h-ll and back a few times
blocked off main roads daytime, one opp, two nines
give a f-ck if trident saw it
discharge it like i had a license for it
uh, he who chats the worst sh-t gets first hit
there’s no chance for doctos to nurse it
when i select it, slide it, burst it
corpse it, morgue it, he-rs- it
hurry come pr-cks chatting air in the booth
but where the f-ck were they when i was here in my youth?
we can all talk gangster and swear it’s the truth
so when you see ’em, ask ’em, where is the proof?

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[verse 2: corleone]
cause i’ve never known you pr-cks to be shooting
you fashion wh0r-s better stick to louboutin
i’m quick getting loot in, got ’em sick sniffing
i’m your plug’s plug, i’ve got that nick griffin
from gateshead to aldershot, i’m l1cking all the shops
but don’t dial me till you can afford a box
rolex with all the rocks? that’s yesterday
gave ’em the masterpiece and they had less to say
imagine me caring what n-ggas are wearing
what pr-cks are gossiping, what sh-t they’re hearing
what sh-t they’re chatting and what life they’re swearing
what chicks they’re hitting and what whips they’re steering
what bricks they’re flipping and what ps they’re sharing
what sticks they’re popping and what pr-cks they’re scaring
corleone’s gb to the bone marrow
violate? headshot, blown mile

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[verse 3: blade brown]
got the whole industry mad at me, i said
i ain’t lying when i’m talking ’bout the gs i’ve fed
don’t ask if a n-gga really squeeze that lead
put pressure on the work, yeah, we squeeze them zs
yeah before all this rapping, it’s clapping and kidnapping
then we went to trapping, stacking, brick wrapping
go and ask them boys what happened
one minute they were chatting, next, guns clapping
probably violated, that’s why they say they don’t feel us
it’s funny nowadays how everybody the trillest
come from a background of real n-ggas
robbers that rob robbers, k!llers that k!ll k!llers
and i ain’t got time for a draw-out, probably l1ck four out
and now you can’t even the score out
and no, i’m not the one you can call out
young gunner with me and he’s down to go all-out

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- corleonee

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