Big Proof, rest in peace Doody, we love you We just wanna keep makin' you proud

My life is trapped in these lines, that’s why I’m packin' these nines I gotta rap, I ain’t dyin', that’s in the back of my mind Got a strap made of iron, can’t relax on this grind Bendin' over backwards for these slackers 'til I’m snappin' my spine Natural high, gotta focus, on these bogus poachers Lookin' over my shoulder, Proof get it poppin' like soda, hold up We nothin' but soldiers, slow up, this gun is loaded, roll up They beef and we leavin' ‘em coked up If Slim say it I spray it, if he will it I kill it We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit, y'all can feel it Real as this gun on my waistline, at war we don’t waste time [Ja, man] he can’t take a punch and 50 can take nine We got school crap here at the 7, 8, and Dexter I’m up in Hollis spendin’ dollars, ain’t feelin' no pressure Yes sir, your texture is bitch, betcha you flinch When Proof shoot up that coup and wet your whole clique