[Eminem:] Big Proof, Rest In Peace Dudey We Love You, We Just Wanna Keep Makin You Proud. [Proof:] My Life Is Trapped In These Lines Thats Why I'm Packin
to tackle, get up, Be a man, stand, a real man woulda had this shit handled. Know you just had your heart ripped out and crushed, They say Proof just
feat. Proof of D12) [Intro-EMINEM] Big Proof, rest in peace dudey, we love you, We just wanna keep makin you proud, heh... [PROOF] My life is trapped
loop. And search for some knowledge that come runnin' in the woods. And if I should a choose to be one Then I will be a ???? hoodin' with books and look to kill. My proof
muthafucka kill me in the streets It'll be a gold plated badge under them sheets Cause you muthafuckas corrupted Can't be trusted Bullet-proof vest wearing
the truth about it Disguising the game and so you mute about it Problem never change until we find the root about it Try it me friend and see the proof
survival You're my living proof My love is alive and not dead Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated
you, start to hate you Cause the conflict is building within the ultimate sin Is to be ashamed of your skin My rhymes are like Jamaican over proof I make
my mack, and my tech And my vest, just like that For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly
nigga named Knoc-Turn'al America's most wanted, for sho' In a black Lo-Lo, with tinted windows Just cruisin' down the street in my 6-4 Checking all my traps
day Focused on the shadow, with my back turned to the light Too intelligent to see it's me in the way What a paradox, having God trapped in a box All
spaceship and leave earth motherfucker I?m gone, mutherf-cker, I?m gone [Lil Wayne Verse 2] I know what they dont wanna tell you just hope your heaven sent and ya hell proof
me, could you catch me Could you catch me, I'm waiting on you to catch me. You want it so get the proof point, You can always make me lose point, And
(feat. Kon Artist) [Intro - Proof] Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece Fresh up out your momma's mouth So when she spit's you know how I "cum" You know what
road We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory Makin our life one big story to tell Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body I got proof
stroke and nothing to trap-uh John could do, when surrounded with true A man dies, baby born, as far as Peru It's a simple proof between us and imposters