72nd & Central Lyrics - Searching For Jerry Garcia - Proof

Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon! 

John John, could, could I get your autograph? 

Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid) 

Oh, yeah yeah yeah, just 

Could you sign this for me please? (Sure, what's your name?) 

Thanks thanks, I'm a real big fan, thanks thanks 

(Here you are) Thanks a lot! 

[Intro: J-Hill] 

Word [gunshots] uhh 

Could do that, hot as hell though 

Yo.. yo, what, uhh.. what 

Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh 

Set it down dawg, what.. 

[J-Hill] 

(ONE, BY, ONE) Rule one up in this bitch for real 

Roll with a couple niggaz like Dave SeVille 

Cause they'll, uh - clean you out like some golden seals 

Put your hands up, give me yo' scrill nigga, uhh 

[Obie Trice] 

(TWO, BY, TWO) Your bucket is clean, you ridin mean 

Pull up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!) 

School Craft wanna jingle your keys 

Whatchu 'bout to do? Bleed! 

[Proof] 

(3, 1, 3) Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run you 

Put a gun to your kids, "Art of War" Sun-Tzu 

In the jungle stay humble or stumble and fumble 

'til death inside a rumble 

[J-Hill] 

(FOUR, BY, FOUR) Rule four better get this down 

Before niggaz gon' beef better have that four-pound (uhh) 

And bust like four rounds, kick the door down 

Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh 

[Obie Trice] 

(FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew it 

Your main man's settin you up nigga you blew it 

Told him what you doin, nigga, you're ruined 

You ain't knowin? 

[Proof] 

(6, 6, 6) The Devil's your man, the ghetto's your land 

When you got knocked yo' block turned yellow and ran 

When you got sugar, why settle for sand? 

Never snitch when you clip and put your melons in cans 

[J-Hill] 

(SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven kinda where my heart at 

You want beef in the street? Don't start that 

Cause we'll have some niggaz up in yo' apartment 

Jumpin outta places where it's real dark at, uhh 

[Obie Trice] 

(EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You're carryin weight, hey, but wait 

A lot of hungry niggaz know where you stay 

Address your address, change your place 

before you spray nigga 

[Proof] 

(NINE, BY, NINE) I learned a lot from stank if you got bank 

Fuck buyin gats bitch, get a tank 

Fuck a firearm, get a wired bomb 

Cause when you blow yourself up at least you dyin warm [explosion] 

Ten jewels 

[Chorus: Proof, J-Hill] 

Ten reasons, nine glocks, eight shots 

Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (FOUR/FOR SHO'!) 

Three cousins, two/too hot, one law, family 

We put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em 

It's one purpose, one goal, two halves 

Get a whole, three niggaz, one song (FOUR/FOR SHO'!) 

Five ways, six days, seven plus 

Eight/A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all 

[Proof] 

(NINE, BY, NINE) Oh I'm not real cause I pop pills? 

Bring your block to my block nigga get your whole block killed 

Don't let the "Purple Pills" shit confuse you 

One outta my hand, the life'll lose you nigga 

[Obie Trice] 

(EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You lay at your wake 

You was played, slugs struck the Escalade 

Your brain rest on what Motor City paved 

No more sunny days 

[J-Hill] 

(SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven, some'in you better tell 'em 

Good coke, good weed, y'all better sell 'em 

Cause they'll put some'in up into your cerebellum 

Proof, you better tell 'em 

[Proof] 

(SIX, BY, SIX) Assume it's only for conversation 

Let's conversate, simple nigga the .38 indiff' 

Mine'll set trip, empty out the clip 

Hold up, a .38 ain't got clips 

[Obie Trice] 

(FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz be live before they die 

'til the test the wrong animal then they spirit fly 

Just know the game while you playin the tough guy 

That's yo' life 

[J-Hill] 

(FOUR, BY, FOUR) For all you niggaz think this rap shit's a joke 

You get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and cloak 

I put my fuckin heart into this shit that I wrote 

You muh'fuckers on some dope? 

[Proof] 

(THREE, BY, THREE) Watch who near you, focus on your rearview 

Outta life, yo the trife wanna clear you 

Don't get caught on E and fought on streets 

Be a victim of "Grand Theft Auto 3" 

[Obie Trice] 

(TWO, BY, TWO) Trust no one when you're gettin them 

Put your life in perspective, you're killin 'em 

Envious niggaz stay jealousy driven 

Niggaz need to be listenin 

[J-Hill] 

(ONE, BY, ONE) It's one reason why I still let you breathe 

It's one reason why the fuckin tec won't squeeze 

It's one reason why you ain't go out like N*Sync 

That's cause it's one other nigga that'll do it for me, yo 

[Chorus] 

[Proof] Ten jewels...