Lyrics Trapped - Proof
My
life
is
trapped
in
these
lines
That's
why
I'm
packin
these
nines
I
gotta
rap
I
ain't
dyin'
That's
in
the
back
of
my
mind
Got
a
strap
made
of
iron
Can't
relax
on
this
grind
Bendin'
over
backwards
for
these
slackers
Til'
I'm
snappin'
my
spine
Natural
high,
I
gotta
focus
On
these
bogus
poachers
Lookin'
over
my
shoulder
Proof
get
it
poppin'
like
soda
Hold
up
(We
nothin'
but
soldiers)
Slow
up
(This
car
and
it's
loaded)
Roll
up
(They
beef
n'
we
leaving
em'
cooked
up)
If
Slim
say
it
I
spray
it
If
he
will
it
I
kill
it
We
Kilpatrick
and
Illich
of
Detroit
Y'all
can
feel
it
Will
at
this
gun
on
my
waisteline
At
war
we
dont
waste
time
Ja,
man
can't
take
a
punch
And
50
can
take
nine,
(BLAOW!)
We
got
Schoolcraft
here
at
the
7,
8 and
Dexter
I'm
up
in
Holly
spendin'
dollars,
ain't
feelin'
no
pressure
Yes
sir,
your
texture's
a
bitch
Betcha
ya
flinch,
when
Proof
shoot
up
they
coup
And
waste
your
whole
clique
1 You Don't Know
2 Whatever You Want
3 Whatever You Want
4 We Ride for Shady
5 We Ride for Shady
6 There He Is
7 Tryin' Ta Win
8 Smack That (Remix)
9 Shake That (Remix)
10 Cry Now (Shady Remix)
11 Cry Now (Shady Remix)
12 Billion Bucks
13 You Don't Know
14 Shady Narcotics
15 We're Back
16 We're Back
17 Pistol Pistol (Remix)
18 Smack That (Remix)
19 Shady Narcotics
20 Pistol Pistol (Remix)
21 There He Is
22 Tryin' Ta Win
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