Prove It

Lyrics

[Verse 1] (Guilty Simpson) Yeah, bounce to it, bounce, yeah, London Yeah, Guilty Simpson in the house Foreign Beggars in the house Boy, false town, in your yard bruv I'm your block's nuisance I'm like Glocks shooting Imma riot in Detroit, I never stop looting I throw a rock through your window, puffing my endo Gun's to your temple, fuck with my kin folk and die Detroit n****s multiply and reinvesting any on the coke supply These rap cats claim that we're one and the same But they running the game, but I'm running the game I'm a new age Cyrus, I bum my smoke and say thanks Pull my gun out and run you through Get em, I bounce to a whole nother rhythm You're off-beat and clumsy, find my where slums be Where the crack heads, the pimp whores and bums be And I'm just like them, I'm mad hungry Foreign Beggars in the house with berretas in your mouth Get the cheddar then we out [Chorus] (Guilty Simpson) I pull run thick, a lotta dudes talk shit But it's all nonsense to me (prove it) They're just fronting for my peeps out in London On the way back down to the D (show how we do it) Guilty Simpson's in the house, Foreign Beggars' in the house Detroit City's in the house, London, England's in the house [Verse 2] (Metropolis) Man I'm always at large in night clubs and bars Where rich folk hang out and light up cigars When they're paying for their drinks I'll be lurking in the dark With them wandering fingers that will splurt with your cars Grand theft auto, you'll get turfed out your car Clean out your yard like my first name was Mark So lock your windows and your doors Cos I'll be coming round blud Could be in the early eve while you're out on the booze Or in the afternoon while you're try'na catch a snooze I'll be bagging up your goods in a fat swag bag I ain't got shit, so really I ain't got shit to lose I got your house plans scribbled in a diagram You're on the 12th floor, cool, well Imma bust a Spiderman So if you think you're shit is safe you'd better think again bruv [Chorus] (Guilty Simpson) I pull run thick, a lotta dudes talk shit But it's all nonsense to me (prove it) They're just fronting for my peeps out in London On the way back down to the D (show how we do it) Guilty Simpson's in the house, Foreign Beggars' in the house Detroit City's in the house, London, England's in the house [Verse 3] (Orifice Vulgatron) Yeah, we can say I've been known to pack heat I move keys of crack to fiends in back streets But, been a couple places where hell and earth meets Seen meat turned freaks can squirt like burst leaks Seen urges turned deep, move work to earn keeps By work I mean food, that's food you can't eat Cos food you can't eat makes Gs so fuck Ps Cos Ps mean to Gs that ain't dealing with keys I never back down, I've proceeded to put the smack down Independent, yes, but never been in the background It's Foreign Beggars, GS blessed the track And again we spread fear like pipe bombs and black clouds I'm in your house like bazoo in the crack crowds Raps are danker than raps you in his black bowls It's Orifice up in your bitch, with his dick up in your bitch Get the chips and then we split [Chorus] (Guilty Simpson) I pull run thick, a lotta dudes talk shit But it's all nonsense to me (prove it) They're just fronting for my peeps out in London On the way back down to the D (show how we do it) Guilty Simpson's in the house, Foreign Beggars' in the house Detroit City's in the house, London, England's in the house