Clap Wit Me Lyrics - Searching For Jerry Garcia - Proof

[Chorus] 

"You're the lyrics of my liiiife.." 

"You're the end, of my storyyyyy.." 

[Proof] 

Uhh, you know Proof, D12, Shady Records all day 

New kids nothin, we skippin through the hallways 

All praise I.F., Motor City giants 

Name been on bubble since Salam dropped the Pyrex 

Out to stack the cake up, my group will never break up 

The world been sleep long enough, they better wake up 

Don't sport a Jacob, bling just the same 

Remain in the D, it's the kingdom I claim 

Never leavin the fame, born to be great 

Walk to the door of a quarter 'til eight 

Haters hate but they late with the jump off 

I'm in the game to maintain, no reason to jump off, come on 

[Chorus] 

[Proof] 

"8 Mile" was dope, Obie brought heat 

Emile on the beat, 50 kept us in the street 

It's my destiny to be, the truth nevertheless 

Nothin new your boy Proof is better than best 

Elliot Ness to these fuckin gangsters and killers 

Bankin they millions they all wanksters and squealers 

My first spit with the Tony Toca 

D-Tweezy "Ride to Death" is our only slogan 

Dreams of fuckin J-Lo, Hood is on the payroll 

Lockland and 3rd Precinct screamin "Free Yayo" 

If the beef is set let's squeeze off a tec 

And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me 

[Chorus] 

[Proof] 

King Gordy brought the pain and Jewels he fought the lames 

I played with the wrong cheek in which I got the flames 

I'm not ashamed, this is just a glimpse 

Denaun drumline made G-Unit pimps (G-Unit!) 

Proof is a wolf, shit I told you from jump 

In a fast lane, no change of road or the bumps 

Game is sold not told so I hold a swollen tongue 

In Detroit I don't go by P, I'm Colemen Young 

Holdin one with the tongue flow like Tiger Woods 

Christina don't do it for me, shh, but Mya could 

I am Suge to the rap game, rulin Purple Gang 

We blow your mind like Kurt Cobain, knowmsayin? 

[Chorus - 2X]