Lawsuit

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Proof - Rap

Lawsuit

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Duration: 2:37

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[Verse 1] It's one for the nigga underestimating me (Pop, pop) Conversation ain't the way to be (Pop, pop, pop) You ain't getting your ass up Your men was there, now they chillin' in intensive care (WHAT) I'll throw sheets over the bodies or your peeps The autopsy will never be complete No matter how many deep, I gather the beef My meat cleaver sharp, ready to battlin' feat I stay hungry, I eat anything standing in front of me I'm nothing but a cannibal, I'm throwing up your arteries (Bleugh) If you an artist please, remember these things Never mix your creativity with your Desert E' 'Cause it'll be another mystery where you niggas be You're history, bullets in your body like antihistamines You niggas probably pissed at me, I give 'em three And you really be pissing out of your knees, literally I'm a centrepiece of a murderer, holding an A.K Your sculpture standing next to a vulture and the prey You men can say, whatever you wanna say Don't get it twisted with what you meant to say, bitches getting lynched today My artillery's with me, I never leave my shit an inch away And my vest is made outta flesh I send a grenade with no first-aid, a pyro Watchin' your burst flames maniacal when lighters thrown [Hook x2] Niggas wanna put a law suit on me I'ma fucka round and you make a put a law suit on me (Hah, hah) You wanna put a law suit on me I'ma make you motherfuckers put a law suit on me (Yeah) [Verse 2] My niggas is killers and yours romancers I hang with gangstas and you roll with male dancers I'm anxious to make bombs, lyrical Genghis Khan Gotta aim with a bullet and name, the ain't responding My firearms in my palm, y'alls in your Johnson And I'm poppin' while you fiddlin', fondlin' I'm a marksman that talk shit until a man with wings and a harp is following him Right up outta that Swanson They constantly bothered with no comfortability Im honoured just to spit on your honour and court facilities Maximum penalty won't happen to me And you was lackin' on that night that it happen, you ain't a G Ya' probably was yappin' on the nigga that capped him Yeah you bagged him good, told everybody in the hood Now it's hell to tell the captain, you losing your Prego And niggas gon' be wearing a halo that's when I say so [Hook x2] Niggas wanna put a law suit on me I'ma fucka round and you make a put a law suit on me (Hah, hah) You wanna put a law suit on me I'ma make you motherfuckers put a law suit on me (Yeah) (*Interlude*) [Killa Kaunn] Shit it's colder than a motherfucker out nigga But fuck if its raining I'm getting this money though nigga I'm out here all Goddamn day Fiends don't sleep, neither do I nigga Shit money don't rest [Proof] You know heard that nigga, rain, sleet or snow nigga [Killa Kaunn] Rain, sleet or motherfucking snow nigga That's what's the fuck is up nigga Shit I'm out here nigga I don't know about you But I'm out here nigga, I got the crack nigga Fucking no [burn/birds?] motherfucker, I got that shit you need nigga Holler at your motherfucking boy

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Credits

Writers
  • Swifty McVay
  • Eric Krasno
  • Adam Deitch