[Intro: Samples and Proof]
Don't any of you have the guts to pay for blood!
I'm your huckleberry
Alright, ah, ah
It's your boy Big Proof, haha!
Aah, ayo I don't care how y'all n***as wanna do this street shit
N***a, you hear me?
I'll put you out your misery.

[Hook 1: Proof]
One on one, y'all ain't wit' it, gun for gun
Come and get it, come and get it
Y'all can't walk in my shoe, dude
I'm the only motherfucker that fit it
One on one, y'all ain't wit' it, gun for gun
Come and get it, come and get it
Y'all can't walk in my shoe, dude
I'm the only motherfucker that fit it

[Verse 1: Proof]
Motherfucker I was born on this earth half-baked
You gon' see the 9, n***a, like an hour past 8
See me in your front porch wit' that Jason mask
Don't make me get up, bitch, and chase yo' ass
So know right now, gotta respect yo' ass
My temper 'bout as quick as a Tec can blast
'Bout time PG came an' checked yo' ass
Three bars later still don't respect yo' ass
Look, motherfucker, I don't got' hear that noise
Talkin 'bout how you deep in the streets, now where them boys?
Out a motherfucker terrorist call me Taliban
N***as that see me on TV is televised
How do they feel 'bout being phoned up like telephone
Mayor of this city, thug, known as Ghetto Don
P-R-O-O-F, without the fuckin' brat, I'm so-so deaf. (Don't play)
[Hook 2: Proof]
Tell you once , I'll lay you flat
You probably know, I'll lay you flat
Shit, ain't you heard? I'll lay you flat
Now beef for real, ain't no got a problem wit' that
Tell you once , I'll lay you flat
You probably know, I'll lay you flat
Shit, ain't you heard? I'll lay you flat
Beef for real, ain't no got a problem wit' that

[Verse 2: B-Real and Proof]
Higgy, higgy, higgy
And all you motherfuckers ain't thinkin' too clearly
You may not respect me, but you better fear me
Steppin' outta pocket, bitch, I'll make you pay dearly
Put you out of service and I won't treat you fairly
You goin' out permanent, not temporarily
Fuckin' wit' the Boogie Man, it's bound to get scary
I'm a seer of the future, just call me visionary
Take the stats on my crew, see it's legendary
Top-notch n***as, livin' secondary
Didn't wanna hurt ya but I think it's necessary
Call six of your boys so they can help you be buried
Me leaving you livin' happen so rarely
Ask if you're alive all the people say barely
Hanging by your string equals livin' too daring
Had to make him break off the chain he was wearing
Put your face down on the ground, don't tempt me
To knock this whole clip off until it's empty
You talkin' really big but I know you pretending
We know you ain't shit through the message you sending
Use your discretion, and I mean it sincerely
You betta' heed the warnin' and don't come near me
My weapons all thorough when paramilitary
Be the unknown grave inside the cemetery. (Don't play)
[Hook 2: Proof]
Tell you once , I'll lay you flat
You probably know, I'll lay you flat
Shit, ain't you heard? I'll lay you flat
Now beef for real, ain't no got a problem wit' that
Tell you once , I'll lay you flat
You probably know, I'll lay you flat
Shit, ain't you heard? I'll lay you flat
Beef for real, ain't no got a problem wit' that

[Outro]
*Laughing and gunshots*
*Gunshot and laughing stops*
I don't like that americano
He's too smart to be just a hired fighter
But shooting a pistol no one can touch. I can see that
When someone with that face works with his gun you may count on two things: He's fast on the trigger, but he's also intelligent. That makes him too dangerous for you I think