) [Chorus: Nate Dogg] All these niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon' kill Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal Holdin hands with the
Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam Here I stand as a dysfunctional man Quick temper, short fuse and pissed at God Demons pullin' at my soul till it
"Now, we must all fear, evil men But there is another kind of evil, which we must fear most And that is, the indifference, of good, men!" [Proof] Aiyyo
[Chorus] "You're the lyrics of my liiiife.." "You're the end, of my storyyyyy.." [Proof] Uhh, you know Proof, D12, Shady Records all day New kids nothin
[Proof] What's up it's glad to meet you, you say yo' daddy beat you? Pour out your heart, before you start let me grab some tissue Okay, here you go,
Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon! John John, could, could I get your autograph? Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid) Oh, yeah yeah yeah, just Could you sign
[Proof Talking] This my last letter right here Fuck this world, lets get the fuck outta here [Proof] I put my soul through the ink Bless a path with
[Intro: Proof] Drug nation, we know no denial We are fuckin drug addicts, ha ha! Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Yes! Don'tcha? Gotta do it - Kurt Cobain! [
[MC Breed] I'm in it witch'all (okay) Hit big cash, I'll spend it witch'all Win at the casino bitch, I'm spendin it all (hey) Leave in my Spreewells spinnin
[ad libs for first 8 seconds] [Proof] Aiyyo, she a freak and I love the way she move to the beat Ass and titties bouncin, she ain't movin her feet Put
[repeat 2X] There's nothing, there's nothing There's nothing, no there's nothing Won't lose it, can't lose it There's nothing but this music [Proof]
[Announcer] What up Detroit, I'd like to welcome everybody to the, First Annual Detroit Hip-Hop Recognition Awards. Secondly I'd like to thank you for
Loaded, dazed, confused I'm in the Esco' rollin' the crisp weed You know that I'm never ever blazin' the Bush weed You know you're on cloud nine, fuckin
[Intro: Proof] Yeah, ha hah! It's your boy DJ Seven-Duece It's a lot of hoes in here fellas, ha hah! So why you lookin at that other nigga? Ha hah! All
, Mudd (5 Ela), T-3 (Slum Village)) [Chorus 2X: Kon Artis] It's however, it's whatever you like If you that nigga tryna get ahead and you know you right
[whispered] Yo' collar, pop yo' collar Pop yo' collar, pop yo' collar [Chorus 2X: Proof] We like the girls, the girls that go boom I like the girls,
word to Nore Anything you heard before me Hah, it's simple like a street life suburban story Turn my poor peeps into murkers for beef Who the fuck is Jerry
jerry garcia! I wanna kick that skeleton in his teeth I'd wanna kick pigpen if he were alive I don't want to go back in time I want to kill jerry garcia! Kill jerry
