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letra de nothing - proof

[intro: proof & salam wreck]
salam wreck!
you feel me, you feel me
you feel me, you feel me
you feel me, you feel me (wreck!)
you feel me, you feel me

[verse 1: proof]
all i wanted was a chain and benzi
that’s me and hip-hop, oh so friendly
why didn’t you tell me mr. mckinley
that this industry only wants to k!ll me
the girls is filthy, the drugs is all day
for rap i cut class and hung in the hallways
but these motherf-ckers wanna take your dream
snake for cream, i’m watching your house right now n-gga
come outside and die for your sin, you’re wrong and you know that
you’re worse than a fed agent with that kodak
there’ll be no slack, you a snake and i hate the way you move
next couple months punk, i’ma play it cool
but i’ma catch in the first time, you hear the first name, on the low low
for dolo you breathe no more
no mo’ n-gga, you ain’t breathing, you leaving
good thing your family’s still here ’cause b-tch we ain’t even, it’s nothing! (it’s nothing! to lay you down is nothing! c’mon!)

[chorus: proof]
this game ain’t nothing (d12!) you feel me, you feel me (nothing!)
this game is greasy (royce 5’9″) you feel me, you feel me
they corporate devils (1st born!) you feel me, you feel me (they devils!)
i’m taking mine (slim shady!) you feel me, you feel me (it’s mine n-gga!)
[verse 2: proof]
hold it steady, i can’t lose control
let the truth be told (i’m a grown ass man)
i ain’t that n-gga that you used to know, the the future roll
who’s the coldest n-gga [?]
my thinking is done, cyzer no more drugs!
let’s start with slim drinking his rum (c’mon)
see this ink on my right wrist, you can steal my fortune b-tch
but this sh-t on my wrist is priceless
yo em take care of my kids, i’m ’bout to murder this pig
you know d-mn well dawg i ain’t deserving this sh-t
i hope your hearing me spit
i’ma do your physical so bad it’ll put fear in your kids
this is an ongoing issue and tell that b-tch don’t kiss you
that little f-cking sl-t’s going with you (it’s nothing!)

[chorus: proof]
this game ain’t nothing (dogmatic!) you feel me, you feel me (nothing!)
this game is greasy (oh sh-t!) you feel me, you feel me (breezy!)
they corporate devils (paul rosenberg) you feel me, you feel me (devils!)
i’m taking mine (maurice malone!) you feel me, you feel me ([?])

[verse 3: proof]
at night they make me k!ll witches, hating but real vicious
this the immortal thoughts of a madman that know he’s mad
god hold me back, my mind is painted red
hatred and bloodshed (off with his f-cking head!)
my marriage is finished, my kids need me
they screaming “daddy feed me” but you’ve been bad and greedy
but i’m a man i can admit i’ve been selfish
at least i’ll be alive long enough where i can help it, alright
it’s my fault that d12 ain’t in power
it’s my fault that i’m surrounded by cowards
is it my fault that time collapsed
and these rats done took the cheese from these traps and relapsed
2003, my money or your kneecaps
and who i’m talking ’bout? b-tch none of your beeswax
’cause somebody that’s somebody already know, you feel me
’cause somebody that’s somebody already know, you feel me
[chorus: proof]
this game ain’t nothing (punk and head!) you feel me, you feel me (it’s nothing!)
this game is greasy (full blown!) you feel me, you feel me ([?])
they corporate devils (cyzer!) you feel me, you feel me (they devils baby!)
i’m taking mine (poker face!) you feel me, you feel me (get yours n-gga c’mon!)

[outro: proof]
yeah all this ain’t nothing
motherf-cker getting laid down in the street is nothing
motherf-cker stealing my money is nothing
it all equate to something, something, something, n-gga
ayo i’m just playing
you know i ain’t really got no guns and sh-t

- proof

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