Proof - Sammy Da Bull lyrics

(feat. Nate Dogg, Swifty McVay (D12)) [Chorus: Nate Dogg] All these n***az talkin 'bout what they gon' k** Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal Holdin hands with the D.A. while you made your deal Three thousand miles away and I could hear you still Half these n***az snitchin yo and that's for real I know it's hard to swallow, that's a big ol' pill If I catch you motherf**ers you gon' catch some steel I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel [Proof] Uhh, trace this to it's basis, no movie script No yay, no pounds, no uzi clips Not a car, no bling, know a bougie b**h You got all of these rappers sayin they movin bricks They whole cliques switch with b**b and tits If you're - truly b**h, then they'll - usually snitch In a roundabout way I say my toolies spit But if it come to coppin a plea, it includes the fifth! The mood is flipped cause spirits see the diaphragms Gangsta rappers with murderers for hired hands Police and riot vans, callin us pirate clans Government guide hands, with private plans To damage the game, it's a shame to survive a scam Cause we high off liquor, b**hes and Vicadin Yell out we gon' strike again, so triflin Got kids idlin the vest to riflin (look Ma!) Why you make a fake life in pens? Glorify the hood but never a Bible hymn And as the streets keep tyin in Until the Feds indict the fans just for buyin in, where's the violin? [Chorus] [Swifty McVay] Hah, are you the guy that told the guy that I'm the guy that gave the guy a half a P; now the police is after me Askin me questions, tellin me sh** you only knew Pulled up on me out the blue, all this sh** because of you Watch to do somethin cool b**h, snitchin like Samuel Bull Now yo' life's f**ed up, and I'm announcin you responsible And I'm cut the f** up, and whatchu gonna do but sit yo' a** there So what? Ain't nothin fair When a n***a like you get carried away without your lips And they wonderin why Swifty McVay be k**in sh** {AHH!} I drop you off and get lost, come back the same day witcho' tongue cut off n***a, it's cursed anyway You the one who can't count, so give my G's up (straight up) And when it comes to shootin you the one who freeze up That's why yo' broke a** could swallow these nuts and folks ask, tryna follow everything that reads up on your report you made, I will escort you to your grave Tryna see me behind bars so you can get paid? That's negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you live Then you think that it'll catch up to your momma and your kids snitch {AHH!} [Chorus] [Proof] If you aim for slugs that's blazed by k**ers Now the game done changed these n***az out here praisin squealers Go Proof - my behavior's iller when tellin the truth Expunge my gun n***a like any paid felon'll do My spoken is well in the truth, you in hell and the Proof From the block to the jail or the booth Bod boy image shall illuminate in silence Gangsta, one that communicates through violence Go Proof - not through yappin or hostile rappin All on TV vest up and glocks go flashin It's all actin - y'all just don't see the director behind the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!) Blowin off the door hinge to a world in orbit Where the ma**es have supportive recorded performance There's enormous shortage of poor kids with new deals, they will become distorted and tortured And I ain't losin like 'Pac, there's rules on my block I'm from Detroit b**h, it ain't cool to be shot [gunshots] (Is he still alive?) (Yeah yeah, I think so) (Alright great, let's sign him!) [Chorus] [Outro: Proof] Heh, aiyyo dig this If you tell the ma**es, you tell the cops But if that street yappin made you famous, then you a star Star; hey, write down "star" Write down "star" on a piece of paper Hold it up in front of you, right in the mirror Put it in the mirror Hold it up in front of you, and that's YOU We don't like you [laughs] Holla at me, fix it f*ggots..