Proof - What People Do for Money lyrics

[Intro: Proof] DJ Salam Wreck! Ha! We on the Pyrex And this is an exclusive for Exclusive Ha-ha! Big Proof - Purple Gang - D12 - Swifty McVay And this is -- aight, fist, c'mon Pete! [Chorus: Proof] Go in, see, I gotta do it again Don't you know boy what I do it up in? Brought my 4-5 and the slew and his friend d**h before dishonor, I'm true to the end Go in, see, I gotta do it again Don't you know boy what I do it up in? Brought my 4-5 and the slew and his friend d**h before dishonor, I'm true to the end [Verse 1: Proof] My back's against the wall and my nerves are bad, now Cover your kids' ears because my words are bad, ma Mash out, I'm coming for lives when I black out Last n***a prob'ly remember is being in this crackhouse I ain't dissing Benzino or threatening Dave Mays No defending racism or neglecting slave days But Ray-Ray knows it's all dollars and cents Corporate ballers are pimps These n***a chimps swallowing dick Just to get print into script brick by brick They kicked it with the f*g, he's wack, and they die rich I a**isted Shady, I a**isted Dave before Judgment, you lunch us with wine, listen, pay me I'm missing Jay-Z already, vision hazy Pay me for truth, n***a, sh**, and this is daily So I'm kissing Hailie and I'm wishing maybe She ain't gotta grow up and fear Mr. Crazy [Hook: Sample] What people do, do for money What people do What people do [Proof, over sample] Man f** these n***as It's like this Heyo Em don't even diss these n***as back D12 will hold up, you hear me? 50 you don't even clobber these n***as They crying and they sells Enough of the Hailie sales First Em, we should be talking about his mama And I ain't white, hate n***as and sh**, right? But I hear you though n***a [?] any building you get, n***a Always gotta test the street Talking all that street sh** n***a Be real with yourself n***a [Verse 2: Proof] But one day, that reality drills in Lookin' at your mag now, damn dawg, it's real thin Who would you advertise Because you battled the wisest guys Who chastise us with fabricated lies and Slipped on dreads but still kept my head when You threatening lives, it ain't wise to threaten dead men Walking without aids is hard Look at Mays's arse He in Dave Mays's cars and we're raising bars We're waging noise, so much pain is born I was Unsigned Hype, I use to praise The Source, damn! Until they dub n***a while father was getting signed Next time he sees my shoe, to spit and shine I wasn't even ready for what dub he was on You come in game, n***a, sh** you gotta be strong Rap is being had, I'm about to pack up my bags Every minutes of the days before my plaque's in my lap [Verse 3: Swifty McVay] He tried for four years but he's rejected A demon whose magazine's anorexic Fiendin' for attention He don't know the meaning of hip-hop We just need to lynch him Listen, what Benzino don't realize This culture is given to anyone who want to ride {​​​​​​Proof: True!}​​​​​​ Now he the type of n***a who can't take defeat Now he crying, "BECAUSE OF SHADY RECORDS I CAN'T EAT!" Damn, knowing it may seem cause he can't rap "I'M A MAKE MONEY FROM A MAGAZINE!" Now he gonna think, "HOW CAN I TAKE OVER?!" He messed around and f**ed with a motherf**ing soldier! Ha ha! That racist sh** is over You know the deal b**h, your career is over Ha! Ha! Ha! DJ Exclusive! {​​​​​Proof: It's over n***a! D12!}​​​​​ [Hook: Sample] [Proof, over the Sample] Haha! It's like that n***a! We ain't gotta put out no hit for you, boy We do it like this n***as down with us: Rock Bottom, Sidney Syringe PET, Purple Gang DJ Exclusive, V-Dog, Fall Collection, Fat k**ahz Real Detroit motherf**ers, we all roll together You know what I'm saying? Black Face, I'm gonna tell you motherf**ers like this man I ain't even f**ing with no magazines I'm going on the internet