Black Wrist Bro’s

Proof & 1st Born (Detroit) - Rap
Black Wrist Bro’s
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[Intro] Now, we must all fear evil men But there is another kind of evil, which we must fear most And that is, the indifference of good men! [Verse 1: Proof] Ayo Dudey, it's all about us, you hear me? Only calling on us, now fear P or die dumb Lying none 'til my dawg, blast the gun for my dawg Have a nigga family run to the morgue Gotta I.D. the body, for tryna touch mine On some Bad Boy, Puffy shit, fuck Shyne Fuck fame, you hear me? Don't try to touch my co-D My roll D, protected like my O.G.'s [Verse 2: 1st Born] Well never say never, well forever dawg I'm rock witchu Watch you hating, contemplating, waiting to take a shot at you It's just me and you plus pistols Dudey 'cause niggas talking Least when we speakin same dudes that felt the heat, traced in chalk We put it down on the block, these niggas flagrant Making statements, indicting extra cases, needing an early placement 1st stand firm, never ducking and aim Forever co-defendants Iron Fist, I feel such as Citizen Kane [Verse 3: Proof] It's easy to be the coldest in life But can you write your heart in a rhyme and spit your soul in the mic? The streets talk and the weak fall The cour' devour the soft but ain't never eat dawgs With a few others, two brothers and two mothers In a blaze of a light, I bet it's two of us Don't try to do some slick shit and die without it 'Cause I bet it on your life, you gon' die without me [Verse 4: 1st Born] Peep how I pound that ass and finger-fuck her Blaze at crews in multiples of two's even single suckas Black Wrist, Iron Fist all day The S.K. spray, make niggas move like "Ray!" For the fat funny guy, I jerk 'em like Jackie Gleason Leave 'em standing indecent, wheezing, needing a breathing treatment In the middle of murk season, I flirt like a church deacon with death Or at least until my last breath [Chorus: Proof] My dawg, it's me and you To them tats on our right wrist, we both being true Yo' needs is my needs, my seeds is yo' seeds One hurt and we both bleed We gon' ride 'til them wheels fall off Or God wanna kill us off I don't duck when you pop that gat Don't ever doubt that you got my back [Verse 5: 1st Born] We put our life stories in a song, boast how we pop nines It's the truth duke and more than just a hot line I got mine, mine is yours cuz, you ready to squeeze? My niggas down on they luck, y'all niggas down on y'all knees Holla at him, you holla at me I'm down for whatever forever, however it gotta be In the clubs or the streets, want these dubs? Feel this heat Got snubs for the beef, with the love of the D [Verse 6: Proof] You want trouble with P then that's trouble with 1st We carry weight on our back that's double this Earth You know where we at, in the struggle to search Come thug on my turf, leave your blood in this dirt With the pride of your manhood, I paved the bricks Living life like a movie, it's a gangsta script With my Dudey my co-star, been in two so far Two hearts like rice with no R [Chorus: Proof] My dawg, it's me and you To them tats on our right wrist, we both being true Yo' needs is my needs, my seeds is yo' seeds One hurt and we both bleed We gon' ride 'til them wheels fall off Or God wanna kill us off I don't duck when you pop that gat Don't ever doubt that you got my back My dawg, it's me and you To them tats on our right wrist, we both being true Yo' needs is my needs, my seeds is yo' seeds One hurt and we both bleed We gon' ride 'til them wheels fall off Or God wanna kill us off I don't duck when you pop that gat Don't ever doubt that you got my back
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Credits
- Writers
- Proof
- 1st Born (Detroit)