Big Proof, rest in peace dudey, we love you

We just wanna keep making you proud, heh

My life is trapped in these lines

That's why I'm packing these nines

I gotta rap I ain't dyin'

That's in the back of my mind

Got a strap made of iron

Can't relax on this grind

Bending over backwards for these slackers

'Til I'm snapping my spine

Natural high...I gotta focus

On these bogus poachers

Looking over my shoulder

Proof get it popping like soda hold up

We nothing but soldiers!!!

Slow up!

This gun is loaded!!!

Roll up!

They beef and we leaving 'em coked up!!!

If Em say it I spray it

If he will it I kill it

We Kilpatrick and ill it

Yo Detroit, know I can feel it

Real as this gun on my waistline

At war we don't waste time

Blow up magic can't take a punch

And fifty can take 9, brah

We got Schoolcraft here at the seven-eight and Dexter

I'm up in Hollis spending dollars ain't feeling no pressure

Yes sir, ya texta' is bitch

Bet you you flinch when Proof shoot up that coup

And wet your whole clique