Prove Something Lyrics

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Cool it dre oh god

Yeah got that gangsta gangsta gully gully

Yeah big business joe crack the don

Terror squad baby bx boro holdin' down to the death

It's nothin' realer than this you heard uh what huh

It's like i'm always out to prove somethin'

Every time i stop on the block

I set up shop and try to move somethin'

And i'm talkin' about kilo's and pounds

**** a desert eagle

I got **** that spit over 300 rounds

Can tell by the scar on my neck

I spar with the best

Joey boombay-ay hit hard with the left

Sharp with the right i don't know why i bother

Y'all not retarded

Man ya know what the squadron is like

And he can get it too

But i let him die slow death i probably just collectin' his food

I'm deadin' ya crew

To tell ya the truth we not stoppin'

I'm like lil' lease from b-street man i keep poppin'

The streets knockin' my **** the d's watchin' my shift

We can do this however east glock or the fifth

I leave you chumps to frame right where you standin'

Daughter slaughtered and maimed you should have paid the ransom

It's the t e r r o r squad **** get it right

It's the **** joe the don

And the kid flow hard ask the clique

Niggas be like you crazy he got classic ****

It's the t e r r o r squad **** get it right

It's the **** joe the don

And the kid flow hard ask the clique

Niggas be like you crazy he got classic ****

It's the killa kid from the bronx

Holdin' down to the death

You can hear the squad comin'

By the sound of the techs

A hundred rounds in a sec

Leave you on front page

You would think i was down with the roc

The way i just blazed

I puff haze to keep my mind at ease

Can't wait for the day to see shyne released

This hip hop **** is unjust who you gon' trust

When most of these record label execs is dumb ****

I keep a gun tuck under my belly

Only **** on the island makin' calls from the celly

We watchin' belly on the dv 60 inch tv

Flat **** attach to the back of the cp

This game need me i'm like gotti once i'm gone

All you gonna have left is a bunch of fake dons

Champagne with the women run a game for the puddin'

It's all the same still runnin' trains with my hoodmen

A bunch of goodmen but don't get it confused

We like dinero in heat **** nothin' to loose

I know you seen the shoot out scene

Don't make us reneact

'cuz i rather be layed up in [incomprehensible] with a featured actress

It's the t e r r o r squad **** get it right

It's the **** joe the don

And the kid flow hard ask the clique

Niggas be like you crazy he got classic ****

It's the t e r r o r squad **** get it right

It's the **** joe the don

And the kid flow hard ask the clique

Niggas be like you crazy he got classic ****

Yea **** yea uh brought to you

By the realest motherfuckers in this game

The infamous terror squad yea real niggas real dons

Real g's ha ha come on woo uh

Ton' montana rest in peace forever never forget big pun

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