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Proof - Sammy Da Bull Lyrics

[Hook- Nate Dogg]
All these Niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal
3000 miles away and I can hear you still
Half these Niggass snitchin' yo and that's for real
I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal
If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal
I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel

[Verse 1- Proof]
??? to his bases no movie script
No yay, no pounds, no oozie clips
Not a car, no bling, no ??? bitch
You got all of these rappers sayin' they moving bricks
They whole clique switch with ???? and tics
If you truly bitch then they usually snitch
In a round about way, I say my tully spit
But if it come to comin' a plea, it include the fifth
The mood is flipped, cause spirits need a diaphram
Gangsta rappers with murderer for hired hands
Police in wired vans callin' us pirate clans
Government guided hands with private plans
To damage the game its a shame they don't survive the scam
Cause we high off liquor, bitches with vicodan
??? we gon' strike again, so trifling
Got kids idoling the vests and rifling
While you make a fake life with pens
Glorify the hood but never a bible hymn
And as the streets keep trying him
Until the feds indite the fans just for buying it
Here's the violin

[Hook- Nate Dogg]
All these Niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal
3000 miles away and I can hear you still
Half these Niggas snitchin' yo and that's for real
I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal
If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal
I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel

[Verse 2- Swifty McVay]
I knew the guy that told a 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 shit you only knew
Pulled up on me out the blue, all this shit because of you
Why you do somethin' cruel bitch? Snitchin' like Sammy Bull
Now you're life's fucked up and I'm announcin' you responsible
And I'ma cut the fuck up and what you gon' do is sit your ass there
So what ain't nothin' fair when a nigga like you get carried away without ya lips
And they wonderin' why Swifty McVay be killin' shit
I drop you off and get lost, come back the same day
With your tongue cut off, nigga its cursed anyway
You're the one who can't count, so give my gees up
And when it come to shootin', you the one who freeze up
That's why your broke ass can swallow these nuts
And folks ass tryna follow everything that reads up
On the reports 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 mama and your kids snitch

[Hook- Nate Dogg]
All these niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal
3000 miles away and I can hear you still
Half these niggas snitchin' yo and that's for real
I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal
If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal
I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel

[Verse 3- Proof]
If you hittin' for slugs that blazed by killas
Now the game ain't changed, these niggas out here praisin' squealas
Go Proof, my behaviors iller when tellin' the truth
Expunge my gun nigga like any paid felon would do
My spokin' is well in the truth, you inhalin' the proof
>From the block to the jello, the booth
Bad boy image shall illuminate in silence
Gangsta, one that communicates through violence
Not through yappin' or hostile rappin'
Up on TV, vest up and glocks go flashin'
Its all actin', ya'll just don't see the director behind the camera
That yells out action!
Blowin' off the door hands to avoid the orbits
Why the masses have supported recorded performance
There's enormous shortage of poor kids with new deals
They woke up all distorted and tortured
And I ain't losin' like Pac, there's rules on my block
I'm from Detroit bitch it ain't cool to be shot

[Interlude]
[Gunshots]
Is he still alive?
Yea yea I think so
All right great, let's sign him

[Hook- Nate Dogg]
All these niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal
3000 miles away and I can hear you still
Half these niggas snitchin' yo and that's for real
I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal
If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal
I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel