[Intro: Proof]
(Salam Wreck!)
I'ma get at y'all boys like this, ayo
D12, Big Proof (Shock Wave)
Let's go

[Verse 1: Proof]
Real dogs that use teeth and beef, listen
Cashflow off assholes, weed in prison
Talk only your thought and make clear decisions
Dope and weed smoke'll never cloud my vision
Pack a .9 and I survive any collision
Proceed without read, don't be no pigeon
Talk is cheap when I speak, fuck this and
Take notice, focus, finish the mission
Keep enemies close and most friends distant
Had game in my brain as an infant
Do dirt and work, no need for assistance
Proof with two o's so hoes don't missprint
Snitches and dead men? Not much different
Every hood wanna get Loud like Steve Rifkind
Pay attention to your heart, don't start ass kissin'
A snake knows his fate, his whole body stiffen

[Chorus x2: Proof]
When it's Live N Direct for every hood, it's set
Sky's the limit n***a, this as good as it gets
We all want the ice, Rolex and slow sex
But can you handle drama, bullets and death threats?
[Verse 2: Proof]
Don't be a buster actin' tougher than leather
Have heart in the dark and spark your Beretta
My clique is trife, they put ice on they tethers
Ya whole clique choke, probably float like feathers
Screaming "Fuck jail and Hell" - All together
Got the heat in the street, shit down to a letter
Me and that honky we gon' be dawgs forever
Since birth on this earth, ain't shit that I'm scared of
Ever snitch or been a bitch? Nope, never
Maintain, through red reign, fuck the weather
Flip the hood over 'til I find something better
If ya chick slob dick then my whole clique get her
Only neighbourhoods, dogs and hard-hitters
Fuck doin' time, every move is made clever
3 things I'm about: Loot, Dough, and Chedda
And 2 things you can get n***a, dead or deader

[Chorus x2: Proof]
When it's Live N Direct for every hood, it's set
Sky's the limit n***a, this as good as it gets
We all want the ice, Rolex and slow sex
But can you handle drama, bullets and death threats?

[Verse 3: Proof]
I fought to be here from out my Daddy's sacks
Pulled the stops when my Pops sparked the crack
Moms never had kids, I got Bubba Fats
Reclined in the cushion while I'm pushin' Cadillacs
Nothin' nice, all my life, always been a Mack
Proof got real juice and I know how to act
I learned how to share in a two-family flat
Have a gun up in your face if it wasn't for this rap
Love rule one: Don't let 'em count your stack
Rule two: Please believe that your phone is tapped
Three: Never trust who you think got your back
Four: Understand that your best man can rat
Five: Always keep your eyes behind your hat
Don't build off talk, make money off fact
Don't go to war with shanks and bats
When I got bombs with me and tanks and gats
[Outro: Proof & Salam Wreck]
N***a it's Live N Direct (Wreck!)