Live N Direct

Lyrics

[Intro: Proof] (Salam Wreck!) I'ma get at y'all boys like this, ayo D12, Big Proof (Shock Wave) Let's go [Verse 1: Proof] Real dogs that use teeth and beef, listen Cashflow off assholes, weed in prison Talk only your thought and make clear decisions Dope and weed smoke'll never cloud my vision Pack a .9 and I survive any collision Proceed without read, don't be no pigeon Talk is cheap when I speak, fuck this and Take notice, focus, finish the mission Keep enemies close and most friends distant Had game in my brain as an infant Do dirt and work, no need for assistance Proof with two o's so hoes don't missprint Snitches and dead men? Not much different Every hood wanna get Loud like Steve Rifkind Pay attention to your heart, don't start ass kissin' A snake knows his fate, his whole body stiffen [Chorus x2: Proof] When it's Live N Direct for every hood, it's set Sky's the limit nigga, this as good as it gets We all want the ice, Rolex and slow sex But can you handle drama, bullets and death threats? [Verse 2: Proof] Don't be a buster actin' tougher than leather Have heart in the dark and spark your Beretta My clique is trife, they put ice on they tethers Ya whole clique choke, probably float like feathers Screaming "Fuck jail and Hell" - All together Got the heat in the street, shit down to a letter Me and that honky we gon' be dawgs forever Since birth on this earth, ain't shit that I'm scared of Ever snitch or been a bitch? Nope, never Maintain, through red reign, fuck the weather Flip the hood over 'til I find something better If ya chick slob dick then my whole clique get her Only neighbourhoods, dogs and hard-hitters Fuck doin' time, every move is made clever 3 things I'm about: Loot, Dough, and Chedda And 2 things you can get nigga, dead or deader [Chorus x2: Proof] When it's Live N Direct for every hood, it's set Sky's the limit nigga, this as good as it gets We all want the ice, Rolex and slow sex But can you handle drama, bullets and death threats? [Verse 3: Proof] I fought to be here from out my Daddy's sacks Pulled the stops when my Pops sparked the crack Moms never had kids, I got Bubba Fats Reclined in the cushion while I'm pushin' Cadillacs Nothin' nice, all my life, always been a Mack Proof got real juice and I know how to act I learned how to share in a two-family flat Have a gun up in your face if it wasn't for this rap Love rule one: Don't let 'em count your stack Rule two: Please believe that your phone is tapped Three: Never trust who you think got your back Four: Understand that your best man can rat Five: Always keep your eyes behind your hat Don't build off talk, make money off fact Don't go to war with shanks and bats When I got bombs with me and tanks and gats [Outro: Proof & Salam Wreck] Nigga it's Live N Direct (Wreck!)