Lyrics
My life story strictly business never blew my chance
Moms kicked me out the house when I was flippin' I'm the man
Put the boys on the street, make them walk this beat
Teach them how to eat, and to seek for peace
Son I stamped this name livin' proof cause I mean what I say
Bring the fake to reality and make them pay
Yo these ghetto rhyme stories got 'em scared to death
I'm tryin' to get the fuck out, see what the worlds about
Check it nineteen-eighty-six is when I reached my peak
Take my brothers outta state and tried to make some ends meet
First destinate your sector then it's just like that
Makin' moves with my brothers and theres no turnin' back
We got thirty-six grams on the scale right now
Gettin' ready with my brothers time to break the shit down
I'm not about killin' my people but you know how it go
Work with me not against me and well make mad dough
Wear my co-defendant out when I break down with rap
Hold me back and give me love and now I'm givin' it back
A unique sound from the steets and it's just so sweet
My livin' proof life story, let me break it in piece
Yo I rock on the block with the real hip-hop
As you start to clock..and jock
Yo, I'm comin' off with mad rage
Eighteen, and hittin' the real stage
But don't worry 'bout me, cause I'm makin' it
And if i can't have it, then I'm takin'
That's how it is, cause I'm livin' trife
Wheres my knife, take a chance witcha life
Rappers decapitate, and disintegrate
You I will mutilate, when I penetrate
Go for the one when I say raid
A hit man for hire and I wanna get paid
Cause bullets are sprayed and anybody is laid
More money is made and that's the family trade
See I make moves and tell what's the truth
That's why Im here, to be livin' proof
Chorus:
Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough --> inspectah deck
(both lines from c.r.e.a.m.)
(cut and scratched by dj premier 4X)
Im lost, must pay the cost to be the boss
With force, rather get my point across
I'm goin' off on the mic insane, out of sight
When I take flight (like who kid?) like mike
And you see, I be rollin' like a battlecat
And I'm ready to rip on my combat
Beef I'm not havin' that you, I pull my trigger back
And all you pussy niggaz know where my heart is at
I like to stay down low but yo I filp at times
Like when I'm kickin' lines, or bustin' out nines
It's like that, shit I jumped off the roof
Pysch cause I wouldn't be livin' proof
Kick the truth, to the young black youth --> inspectah deck
The moral of the story - what the fucks goin' on?
Nvceez won't see two thousand if these niggaz keep frontin'
I used to hustle on the block, now I rock for papes
Watch out, the world turn, and I will come back
Relieven stress off my brain I got the la-la for that
Breakin' down all subjects, and then all facts
Lettin' lose everyday, but still, keepin' it fat
Bust it niggaz keep in frontin' in this game aight?
Scared to death ass rappers don't get no props
Scared to come to the ghetto talk about bustin' shots
See I can walk around the ghetto stand in peace and at ease
Get my ghetto crowd open yo you know what I mean
Indeed, see what I see and then you know what I mwan
Gettin' ready for the future so don't fuck with me
My livin' proof life story niggaz I kill it with ease....
Chorus + to kick the truth, to the young black youth
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