Lay U Flat

Lyrics

[Intro: Samples and Proof] Don't any of you have the guts to pay for blood! I'm your huckleberry Alright, ah, ah It's your boy Big Proof, haha! Aah, ayo I don't care how y'all niggas wanna do this street shit Nigga, you hear me? I'll put you out your misery. [Hook 1: Proof] One on one, y'all ain't wit' it, gun for gun Come and get it, come and get it Y'all can't walk in my shoe, dude I'm the only motherfucker that fit it One on one, y'all ain't wit' it, gun for gun Come and get it, come and get it Y'all can't walk in my shoe, dude I'm the only motherfucker that fit it [Verse 1: Proof] Motherfucker I was born on this earth half-baked You gon' see the 9, nigga, like an hour past 8 See me in your front porch wit' that Jason mask Don't make me get up, bitch, and chase yo' ass So know right now, gotta respect yo' ass My temper 'bout as quick as a Tec can blast 'Bout time PG came an' checked yo' ass Three bars later still don't respect yo' ass Look, motherfucker, I don't got' hear that noise Talkin 'bout how you deep in the streets, now where them boys? Out a motherfucker terrorist call me Taliban Niggas that see me on TV is televised How do they feel 'bout being phoned up like telephone Mayor of this city, thug, known as Ghetto Don P-R-O-O-F, without the fuckin' brat, I'm so-so deaf. (Don't play) [Hook 2: Proof] Tell you once , I'll lay you flat You probably know, I'll lay you flat Shit, ain't you heard? I'll lay you flat Now beef for real, ain't no got a problem wit' that Tell you once , I'll lay you flat You probably know, I'll lay you flat Shit, ain't you heard? I'll lay you flat Beef for real, ain't no got a problem wit' that [Verse 2: B-Real and Proof] Higgy, higgy, higgy And all you motherfuckers ain't thinkin' too clearly You may not respect me, but you better fear me Steppin' outta pocket, bitch, I'll make you pay dearly Put you out of service and I won't treat you fairly You goin' out permanent, not temporarily Fuckin' wit' the Boogie Man, it's bound to get scary I'm a seer of the future, just call me visionary Take the stats on my crew, see it's legendary Top-notch niggas, livin' secondary Didn't wanna hurt ya but I think it's necessary Call six of your boys so they can help you be buried Me leaving you livin' happen so rarely Ask if you're alive all the people say barely Hanging by your string equals livin' too daring Had to make him break off the chain he was wearing Put your face down on the ground, don't tempt me To knock this whole clip off until it's empty You talkin' really big but I know you pretending We know you ain't shit through the message you sending Use your discretion, and I mean it sincerely You betta' heed the warnin' and don't come near me My weapons all thorough when paramilitary Be the unknown grave inside the cemetery. (Don't play) [Hook 2: Proof] Tell you once , I'll lay you flat You probably know, I'll lay you flat Shit, ain't you heard? I'll lay you flat Now beef for real, ain't no got a problem wit' that Tell you once , I'll lay you flat You probably know, I'll lay you flat Shit, ain't you heard? I'll lay you flat Beef for real, ain't no got a problem wit' that [Outro] *Laughing and gunshots* *Gunshot and laughing stops* I don't like that americano He's too smart to be just a hired fighter But shooting a pistol no one can touch. I can see that When someone with that face works with his gun you may count on two things: He's fast on the trigger, but he's also intelligent. That makes him too dangerous for you I think