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letra de y'all gonna make me get my gun - proof

[verse 1]
y’all think since i weigh 162 and can’t lift that
then toe to toeing? sh-t, it’s a mismatch
i punch like tyson but think like don king
keep the fame, only came for one
the [?] of the social with loco
when i approach your vest, your chest, gun and holster
hold up, devil’s night was solid, don’t doubt it
i hear about you in the titty bars, dissing about it
now you’re kissing the concrete, my mission all beef
7 mile by greenfield, now this is your mom’s street
listen up calmly, don’t think that d12 won’t k!ll you, ’cause we don’t express it
bad boys keep silent (get the message)
we don’t see eye to eye, ain’t ’cause mtv
morе like i’m shacking you like mini-me
you see high stеp, i see over you
you talk sh-t when you’re drunk then apologise when you sober dude (im sorry!)
but i’m thinking you a midget, when all small talk
my b-lls shark, [?] all scared when the dogs bark
all y’all can come get it but when you come get it
come with it, the sh-lls might fall but the gun sh-tting, bid-itch

[chorus]
y’all gon’ make me get my gun
y’all gon’ make me k!ll someone
y’all gon’ make me go to jail
homicide! breaking, news stories to tell!
y’all gon’ make me get my gun
y’all gon’ make me k!ll someone
y’all gon’ make me go to jail
when i catch up with you later on in h-ll
[verse 2]
ayo you might see p one day riding with 1st
true indeed, the next day i might be riding a he-rs-
while i’m writing this verse, the truth is in me
proof is empty, heart closed of the future emcee (p!)
if you didn’t have heat before a deal, ignore the steel
you’re giving these street n-ggas more to k!ll
so don’t bling if you never bling, everything is full circle
to eat, these n-ggas they will hurt you
murk you, search you
got your baby mama crying, you’re dead, [?] past curfew
wow, what’s it worth to you? the fame and attention of changing the pension
invest, aiming your henchmen
“these n-ggas’ll rob you blind!”
pay you no mind, right there while your body dying
check the time of my rap, em brought sanity
luke got freaky, dr. dre brought profanity
marley brought unity, a lot of weed was snoop
and proof ain’t got sh-t but sh-t a gun to shoot
[?] brought thugs, [?] brought blackness
b.i.g. brought balling, y’all n-ggas brought whackness
take my hat off to those that added to the fabric
the rest will get an automatic gadget to those f-ggots
have it your way, tragic when this gat cl!cks
better yet, f-ck the threats, send me your address, biatch!
[chorus]
y’all gon’ make me get my gun
y’all gon’ make me k!ll someone
y’all gon’ make me go to jail
homicide! breaking, news stories to tell!
y’all gon’ make me get my gun
y’all gon’ make me k!ll someone
y’all gon’ make me go to jail
when i catch up with you later on in h-ll

[outro]
cyzer soset
big proof
i.f. records
1st born
detroit city n-gga
essman on the track

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