[Eminem:] Big Proof, Rest In Peace Dudey We Love You, We Just Wanna Keep Makin You Proud. [Proof:] My Life Is Trapped In These Lines Thats Why I'm Packin
in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone I know what they don't wanna tell you Just hope you're heaven-sent and you're hell-proof
don't budge, bitch With my mack and my tech And my vest, just like that For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets I'm that gallstone trapped
club I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked, 'Cause I'm sippin' on some Gin, Sip, Sippin' on some Jack, Slip $60 in her panties with my number on the back 'Cause the proof
a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked I got up, I'm 'bout to punch ya to the ground, ya trick It's a trap, fuck my last CD, that shit's in
and pale yeah hey let me send a little message to my enemies you nigga get to telling have 'em buried 'fore they sentence me come to ATL, hit any trap
nigga, we finna mob" Before I hung up the phone, niggas was lettin loose I grabbed my shit and tried to find my bullet-proof But fuck it, niggas, ain'
they see the flash You ain't ballin', you pump fakin' till you found in ya trunk naked Four pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?" B. Sig, cold crook, I trap
on the floor, an I can't stop throwin up, devastatin, grippin the toilet, regergutatin, like a fat ass rat, on a big ass peaunt blue trap, I'm stuck
head Sayin yes to my denim as she nods head XV from the middle of the map I'm coming to you live from the middle of the trap Colours in the chain like
sing It's a rep thing, haters feel they chest pain They feel it in they heart, I was there to test things Didn't arrest them, the bullet-proof vest team
pussy to tackle, get up Be a man, stand, a real man woulda had this shit handled Know you just had your heart ripped out and crushed They say Proof just
throughout these years, i've seen a lot of niggaz get killed my life is the truth, i'd rather rap outside a booth y'all ain't talking about shit, i'm 100 proof
Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it ain't rhymable The audible probability probably ain't probable Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a rule Shopper proof
rest her head on my chest Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin' Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened Trapped
's are tattle proof My mic is a dyke, my life is a light A day to God is a thousand years, how long is a night? You get trapped in my shadow of dark
shoot (Hey world) Get you a paper, turn on the news Ride through the hood, eyewitness the blues How can you ignore it? It's easy to spot it A trap house
