Black Wrist Bro's

Proof

(feat. 1st Born) 

"Now, we must all fear, evil men 
But there is another kind of evil, which we must fear most 
And that is, the indifference, of good, men!" 

[Proof] 
Aiyyo duty, it's all about us, you hear me? 
I'm only callin on us, now fear P'll die dumb 
Lie none 'til my dawg lies the gun for my dawg 
Have a nigga family run to the morgue 
Gotta ID the body, for tryna touch mine 
On some Bad Boy, Puffy shit, fuck Shyne 
Fuck fame, you hear me? Don't try to touch my co-D 
My roll D, protected like my O.G.'s 

[1st Born] 
So never say never, well forever dawg I'm rock witchu 
Watch you hatin, contemplatin, waitin to take a shot at you 
It's just me and you plus pistols duty cause niggaz talkin 
Least when we speakin same dudes that felt the heat, stiff in chalk 
We put it down on the block, these niggaz flagrant 
Makin statements indictin extra cases, needin an early placement 
First and firm, never duckin and aim 
Forever co-defendants Iron Fist, I'll fist out some serious pain 

[Proof] 
It's easy to be the coldest in life 
But can you write your heart in a rhyme and spit your soul in the mic? 
The streets talkin a weak fall 
They currently devour the soft but they never eat dawgs 
Whether few others, two brothers and two mothers 
In a blaze of a light, I bet it's two of us 
Don't try to do some slick shit and die without it 
Cause I bet it on your life you gon' die without it 

[1st Born] 
Peep how I pound that ass and finger-fuck her 
Blazin Cools and market booze, the tools even single suckas 
Black Wrist, Iron Fist all day 
The S.K. spray, make niggaz move like "RAY!" 
For the fat funny guy, I jerk 'em like Jackie Gleason 
Leave 'em standin indecent, wheezin needin a breathin treatment 
In the middle of murk season, I flirt like a church deacon with death 
or at least until my last breath 

[Chorus: Proof] 
[gun cocks] My dawg is me and you 
To them tats on our right wrist we both bein true 
Yo' needs is my needs, my seeds is yo' seeds 
One hurt and we both bleed 
We gon' ride 'til them wheels fall off 
Or God wanna kill us off {*blam*} 
I don't duck when you pop that gat 
Don't ever doubt that you got my back 

[1st Born] 
We put our life stories in a song, boast how we pop nines 
It's the truth duke and more than just a hot line 
I got mine minus yours cause you hate it and squeeze 
My niggaz down on they luck, y'all niggaz down on y'all knees 
Holla at him, you holla at me 
I'm down for whatever forever, however it gotta be 
In the clubs or the streets, once these thugs feel this heat 
Bats, snubs or the beef, with the love of the D 

[Proof] 
You want trouble with P then that's trouble with 1st 
We carry weight on our back that's doubled this Earth 
You know where we at, in the struggle to search 
Come thug on my turf, leave your blood in this dirt 
With the pride of your manhood I paved the bricks 
Livin life like a movie, it's a gangsta script 
With my duty my co-star, been in two so far 
Two hearts like rice with no R 

[Chorus - 2X]
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