Clap Wit Me Original by Proof Lyrics
[Chorus: Brief Encounter]
You're the lyrics of my life
You're the end of my story
[Verse 1: Proof]
You heard Proof, D12, Shady Records all day
New kids nothin', we skippin' through the hallway
I.F., Sicknotes, B.Z. and Mu
Detroit for life, shit, believe me, it's true
It's easy to do, family before money
The game is so crummy, it's funny
The indus is unjust until the gun bust
Watch us come up
Stuck got locked, I got robbed
I'm back, what's up?
Bush lost weight, Proof got cake
I spread it at the party, every man down out the gate
Haters say "But they late with the jump off"
We in the game to maintain a reason to jump off, c'mon
[Chorus: Brief Encounter]
You're the lyrics of my life
You're the end of my story
[Verse 2: Proof]
8 Mile was dope, Obie brought heat
Emile on the beat, 50 kept us in the street
Jigga showed us the game, Paul, he the same
Wes said "Fuck the fame and watch you change"
First really love me, 'Matic still learnin'
Em keep somethin' plus he kept the world turnin'
Warren Mac, stop smokin', Proof kept the game open
You know us ride to death, our only slogan
Dream of fuckin' J-Lo, got the hood on a payroll
Lockland and 3rd Precinct screamin' "Free Yayo"
If the beef is set let's squeeze off a tec
And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me, y'all
[Chorus: Brief Encounter]
You're the lyrics of my life
You're the end, of my story
[Verse 3: Proof]
King Gordy brought the pain and Jewels, he fought the lames
Played with the wrong chick, my dick got the flames
I'm not ashamed, this is just a glimpse
Denaun drumline made G-Unit pimps (G-Unit!)
Don't listen to the radio, I'm gettin' sick of rap
Only Don Q, GF, Fingers and DJ Zap
Rest in peace to Candy, Trick Trick is family
Philpot, I love you, nigga, now understand me
Proof shoulda been out
The topic is Diddy and chocolate city
With the realest DJ named Henhouse
King James and Big Willy, man in large is Chris Kelly
Detroit city is comin', better get ready
You're the lyrics of my life
You're the end of my story
[Verse 1: Proof]
You heard Proof, D12, Shady Records all day
New kids nothin', we skippin' through the hallway
I.F., Sicknotes, B.Z. and Mu
Detroit for life, shit, believe me, it's true
It's easy to do, family before money
The game is so crummy, it's funny
The indus is unjust until the gun bust
Watch us come up
Stuck got locked, I got robbed
I'm back, what's up?
Bush lost weight, Proof got cake
I spread it at the party, every man down out the gate
Haters say "But they late with the jump off"
We in the game to maintain a reason to jump off, c'mon
[Chorus: Brief Encounter]
You're the lyrics of my life
You're the end of my story
[Verse 2: Proof]
8 Mile was dope, Obie brought heat
Emile on the beat, 50 kept us in the street
Jigga showed us the game, Paul, he the same
Wes said "Fuck the fame and watch you change"
First really love me, 'Matic still learnin'
Em keep somethin' plus he kept the world turnin'
Warren Mac, stop smokin', Proof kept the game open
You know us ride to death, our only slogan
Dream of fuckin' J-Lo, got the hood on a payroll
Lockland and 3rd Precinct screamin' "Free Yayo"
If the beef is set let's squeeze off a tec
And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me, y'all
[Chorus: Brief Encounter]
You're the lyrics of my life
You're the end, of my story
[Verse 3: Proof]
King Gordy brought the pain and Jewels, he fought the lames
Played with the wrong chick, my dick got the flames
I'm not ashamed, this is just a glimpse
Denaun drumline made G-Unit pimps (G-Unit!)
Don't listen to the radio, I'm gettin' sick of rap
Only Don Q, GF, Fingers and DJ Zap
Rest in peace to Candy, Trick Trick is family
Philpot, I love you, nigga, now understand me
Proof shoulda been out
The topic is Diddy and chocolate city
With the realest DJ named Henhouse
King James and Big Willy, man in large is Chris Kelly
Detroit city is comin', better get ready