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x-fam - proof lyrics

[intro: marv won]
la, la, la, (extended fam’ n*gga)
la, la, la, la, la
la, la, la, la, la, la
la, la, la, la, la, la, la

[verse 1: marv won]
don’t be stupid, it’s better to squeeze
you had best to believe that ain’t n0body better than we is
only reason they alive is ’cause i’m letting ’em breathe
f*ck lumps, i’ll throw dots on the heads of emcees
better pray to god please i don’t make it a scary mess
marv won i hold 44’s like jerry west
these n*ggas can’t see me with knuckles, i’m king knockout
so i stay strapped just in case they bring glocks out
play john wayne, young weezy will ring shots out
make n*ggas call coroners and bring cops out
“he only talk tough on record”, man that’s a cop out
test my nuts guy, i’ll be airing your whole block out
street y’all n*ggas best stick to blinging your watch out
‘fore i have your peeps pouring liquor and singing shout*outs
fat k!llahz, y’all don’t know us, it’s nothing to doubt about
x*fam is the dynasty b*tch, meaning the glocks out
[verse 2: proof]
only reason i’m here to spit fair or swallow beers
hang with k!llers that hug trees like koala bears
y’all got the right lines that i disconnect
only time i pop your collar, is when i miss your neck
y’all duck us, your b*tch a good sucka’
protect her n*gga because sh*ttt i would snuff her
proof always wide awake
when i lose a battle, king gordy will jump the empire state
building, sold millions with cold feelings
beside my family d*mn there’s no real ones
“my neck, my back”
what you scream when i bust off my gat
you getting hit like hi*hats, with no drumsticks
one clip to murk you. why? ’cause n*gga it’s fun b*tch
i’m nicer, you get fired in a cypher
we don’t like ya, plus they hire that chrysler b*tch

[chorus: marv won]
y’all dont want no part to me
we the best as y’all can see
non*believers r.i.p
when doubting an extended family
y’all dont want no part to me
we the best as y’all can see
non*believers r.i.p
when doubting an extended family (the family)
[verse 3: j*hill]
my guns like fireworks, j 4th of july, do you really wanna f*ck with guy?
on your back, belly facing the sky, limo ride, nice suit and a tie
i was blowed [?]
y’all trying get loose ‘fore i die
life different when high
18*wheelers shippers supply
changed up since the 2 g year, do work like lee [?]
need a lame n*gga, he ain’t here
ain’t a secret that i’m working the streets
ain’t a secret that i’m working with heat
ain’t a secret that if you got beef, get murked and beat
gotta live by the code of street, my intro is as about as cold the street
[?] ’bout as deadly as heat
producers gotta meddle your beefs
i just pick ’em like food from a tree
x*fam, you want it? then come and get it n*gga, holler at me

[verse 4: bareda]
i know you gotta love it
you see a n*gga taking patterns and words, make ’em disgusting
sick of a percussion, one verse is like a deep discussion
meet a sh*t even in pre*production, n*ggas don’t want it with me for nothing
we percussions what you’re dealing with
come to your worksite and shoot up job, f*ck up your benefits
and make you dress up in daughter clothes
beat your ass on your front lawn and drown you with the water hose
straight torture, humiliate your kids, hate ’em
wife divorced ya, end of the show
so i hope you got a h.m.o
well god gon’ take him slow ’cause 44’s about to make him glow
i could promise you this when i bomb you like osama
and your colonies split, the 44 will have him hollerin’ he hit
al greenin’ with these how many grits
and after this he’ll be calling its quits, extended family b*tch
[chorus: marv won]
y’all dont want no part to me
we the best as y’all can see
non*believers r.i.p
when doubting an extended family
y’all dont want no part to me
we the best as y’all can see
non*believers r.i.p
when doubting an extended family (the family)

- proof lyrics

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