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Proof - Текст песни Sammy Da Bull ft. Nate Dogg & Swift
[Hook- Nate Dogg]
 All these niggaz talkin' bout what they gon' kill
 Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
 Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal
 3000 miles away and I can hear you still
 Half these niggaz snitchin' yo and that's for real
 I know its hard to swallow that's a big ol' pill
 If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steel
 I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel
 [Verse 1- Proof]
 Trace this to it's basis, no movie script
 No yay, no pounds, no uzi clips
 Not a car, no bling, no booze you bitch
 You got all of these rappers sayin' they moving bricks
 They whole clique switch with boob and tits
 If you're truly bitch then they usually snitch
 In a round about way, I say my toolies spit
 But if it come to coppin' a plea, it include the fifth
 The mood is flipped, 'cause spirits need a diaphram
 Gangsta rappers with murderer for hired hands
 Police and Riot vans callin' us pirate clans
 Government guided hands with private plans
 To damage the game its a shame they don't survive the scam
 Cause we high off liquor, bitches with Vicodin
 Yell out we gon' strike again, so trifling
 Got kids idoling the vests and rifling (look Ma!)
 While you make a fake life with pens
 Glorify the hood but never a bible hymn
 And as the streets keep tyin' in
 Until the feds indict the fans just for buying it
 Where's the violin?
 [Hook- Nate Dogg]
 All these niggaz talkin' bout what they gon' kill
 Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
 Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal
 3000 miles away and I can hear you still
 Half these niggaz snitchin' yo and that's for real
 I know its hard to swallow that's a big ol' pill
 If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steel
 I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel
 [Verse 2- Swifty McVay]
 I knew the guy that told a guy that I'm the guy that gave the guy a half a P
 Now the police is after me, askin' me questions, tellin' me shit you only knew
 Pulled up on me out the blue, all this shit because of you
 Why you do somethin' cruel bitch? Snitchin' like Sammy Bull
 Now you're life's fucked up and I'm announcin' you responsible
 And I'ma cut the fuck up and what you gon' do is sit your ass there
 So what ain't nothin' fair when a nigga like you get carried away without ya lips
 And they wonderin' why Swifty McVay be killin' shit (Ahhh)
 I drop you off and get lost, come back the same day
 With your tongue cut off, nigga its cursed anyway
 You're the one who can't count, so give my G's up (straight up)
 And when it come to shootin', you the one who freeze up
 That's why your broke ass can swallow these nuts
 And folks ass tryna follow everything that reads up
 On the reports you made, I will escort you to your grave
 Tryna see me behind bars so you can get paidProof - Sammy Da Bull ft. Nate Dogg & Swift - http://ru.motolyrics.com/proof/sammy-da-bull-ft-nate-dogg-and-swift-lyrics.html
 That's negative, you threaten my life I can't let you live
 Then you think that it'll catch up to your mama and your kids snitch (Ahhh)
 [Hook- Nate Dogg]
 All these niggaz talkin' bout what they gon' kill
 Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
 Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal
 3000 miles away and I can hear you still
 Half these niggaz snitchin' yo and that's for real
 I know its hard to swallow that's a big ol' pill
 If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steel
 I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel
 [Verse 3- Proof]
 If you hittin' for slugs that blazed by killas
 Now the game ain't changed, these niggas out here praisin' squealers
 Go Proof, my behaviors iller when tellin' the truth
 Expunge my gun nigga like any paid felon would do
 My spokin' is well in the truth, you inhalin' the proof
 From the block to the jello, the booth
 Bad boy image shall illuminate in silence
 Gangsta, one that communicates through violence (Proof!)
 Not through yappin' or hostile rappin'
 Up on TV, vest up and glocks go flashin'
 Its all actin', ya'll just don't see the director behind the camera
 That yells out action! (Take one!)
 Blowin' off the door hands to avoid the orbits
 Why the masses have supported recorded performance
 There's enormous shortage of poor kids with new deals
 They will become distorted and tortured
 And I ain't losin' like Pac, there's rules on my block
 I'm from Detroit bitch it ain't cool to be shot
 [Interlude]
 [Gunshots]
 Is he still alive?
 Yea yea I think so
 All right great, let's sign him
 [Hook- Nate Dogg]
 All these niggaz talkin' bout what they gon' kill
 Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
 Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal
 3000 miles away and I can hear you still
 Half these niggaz snitchin' yo and that's for real
 I know its hard to swallow that's a big ol' pill
 If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steel
 I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel
 [Outro: Proof]
 Heh, aiyyo dig this
 If you tell the masses, you tell the cops
 But if that street yappin made you famous, then you a star
 Star: Hey, write down 'Star'
 Write down 'Star' on a piece of paper
 Hold it up in front of you, right in the mirror
 Put it in the mirror
 Hold it up in front of you, and that's YOU
 We don't like you (laughs)
 Holla at me, fix it faggots..










