(feat. 1st Born)
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"Now, we must all fear, evil men
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But there is another kind of evil, which we must fear most
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And that is, the indifference, of good, men!"
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[Proof]
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Aiyyo duty, it's all about us, you hear me?
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I'm only callin on us, now fear P'll die dumb
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Lie none 'til my dawg lies the gun for my dawg
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Have a nigga family run to the morgue
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Gotta ID the body, for tryna touch mine
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On some Bad Boy, Puffy shit, fuck Shyne
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Fuck fame, you hear me? Don't try to touch my co-D
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My roll D, protected like my O.G.'s
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[1st Born]
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So never say never, well forever dawg I'm rock witchu
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Watch you hatin, contemplatin, waitin to take a shot at you
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It's just me and you plus pistols duty cause niggaz talkin
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Least when we speakin same dudes that felt the heat, stiff in chalk
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We put it down on the block, these niggaz flagrant
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Makin statements indictin extra cases, needin an early placement
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First and firm, never duckin and aim
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Forever co-defendants Iron Fist, I'll fist out some serious pain
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[Proof]
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It's easy to be the coldest in life
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But can you write your heart in a rhyme and spit your soul in the mic?
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The streets talkin a weak fall
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They currently devour the soft but they never eat dawgs
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Whether few others, two brothers and two mothers
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In a blaze of a light, I bet it's two of us
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Don't try to do some slick shit and die without it
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Cause I bet it on your life you gon' die without it
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[1st Born]
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Peep how I pound that ass and finger-fuck her
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Blazin Cools and market booze, the tools even single suckas
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Black Wrist, Iron Fist all day
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The S.K. spray, make niggaz move like "RAY!"
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For the fat funny guy, I jerk 'em like Jackie Gleason
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Leave 'em standin indecent, wheezin needin a breathin treatment
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In the middle of murk season, I flirt like a church deacon with death
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or at least until my last breath
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[Chorus: Proof]
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[gun cocks] My dawg is me and you
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To them tats on our right wrist we both bein true
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Yo' needs is my needs, my seeds is yo' seeds
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One hurt and we both bleed
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We gon' ride 'til them wheels fall off
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Or God wanna kill us off {*blam*}
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I don't duck when you pop that gat
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Don't ever doubt that you got my back
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[1st Born]
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We put our life stories in a song, boast how we pop nines
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It's the truth duke and more than just a hot line
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I got mine minus yours cause you hate it and squeeze
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My niggaz down on they luck, y'all niggaz down on y'all knees
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Holla at him, you holla at me
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I'm down for whatever forever, however it gotta be
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In the clubs or the streets, once these thugs feel this heat
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Bats, snubs or the beef, with the love of the D
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[Proof]
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You want trouble with P then that's trouble with 1st
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We carry weight on our back that's doubled this Earth
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You know where we at, in the struggle to search
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Come thug on my turf, leave your blood in this dirt
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With the pride of your manhood I paved the bricks
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Livin life like a movie, it's a gangsta script
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With my duty my co-star, been in two so far
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Two hearts like rice with no R
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[Chorus - 2X]
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Black Wrist Bro's
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