Proof Sammy Da Bull Ft. Nate Dogg Swiffy Mcvay Lyrics

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
All these n____z talkin 'bout what they gon' kill
Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal
Holdin hands with the D.A. while you made your deal
Three thousand miles away and I could hear you still
Half these n____z snitchin yo and that's for real
I know it's hard to swallow, that's a big ol' pill
If I catch you m_________ers you gon' catch some steel
I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel

[Proof]
Uhh, trace this to it's basis, no movie script
No yay, no pounds, no uzi clips
Not a car, no bling, know a bougie b____
You got all of these rappers sayin they movin bricks
They whole cliques switch with b___ and t__s
If you're - truly b____, then they'll - usually snitch
In a roundabout way I say my toolies spit
But if it come to coppin a plea, it includes the fifth!
The mood is flipped cause spirits see the diaphragms
Gangsta rappers with murderers for hired hands
Police and riot vans, callin us pirate clans
Government guide hands, with private plans
To damage the game, it's a shame to survive a scam
Cause we high off liquor, b____es and Vicadin
Yell out we gon' strike again, so triflin
Got kids idlin the vest to riflin (look Ma!)
Why you make a fake life in pens?
Glorify the hood but never a Bible hymn
And as the streets keep tyin in
Until the Feds indict the fans just for buyin in, where's the violin?

[Chorus]

[Swifty McVay]
Hah, are you the guy that told the guy that I'm the guy that gave the guy
a half a P; now the police is after me
Askin me questions, tellin me s___ you only knew
Pulled up on me out the blue, all this s___ because of you
Watch to do somethin cool b____, snitchin like Samuel Bull
Now yo' life's f___ed up, and I'm announcin you responsible
And I'm cut the f___ up, and whatchu gonna do but sit yo' a__ there
So what? Ain't nothin fair
When a n____ like you get carried away without your lips
And they wonderin why Swifty McVay be killin s___ {AHH!}
I drop you off and get lost, come back the same day
witcho' tongue cut off n____, it's cursed anyway
You the one who can't count, so give my G's up (straight up)
And when it comes to shootin you the one who freeze up
That's why yo' broke a__ could swallow these nuts
and folks ask, tryna follow everything that reads up
on your report you made, I will escort you to your grave
Tryna see me behind bars so you can get paid?
That's negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T let you live
Then you think that it'll catch up to your momma and your kids snitch {AHH!}

[Chorus]

[Proof]
If you aim for slugs that's blazed by killers
Now the game done changed these n____z out here praisin squealers
Go Proof - my behavior's iller when tellin the truth
Expunge my gun n____ like any paid felon'll do
My spoken is well in the truth, you in hell and the Proof
From the block to the jail or the booth
Bod boy image shall illuminate in silence
Gangsta, one that communicates through violence
Go Proof - not through yappin or hostile rappin
All on TV vest up and glocks go flashin
It's all actin - y'all just
don't see the director behind the camera that yells out "Action" (take one!)
Blowin off the door hinge to a world in orbit
Where the masses have supportive recorded performance
There's enormous shortage of poor kids
with new deals, they will become distorted and tortured
And I ain't losin like 'Pac, there's rules on my block
I'm from Detroit b____, it ain't cool to be shot [gunshots]

(Is he still alive?)
(Yeah yeah, I think so)
(Alright great, let's sign him!)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Proof]
Heh, aiyyo dig this
If you tell the masses, you tell the cops
But if that street yappin made you famous, then you a star
Star; hey, write down "star"
Write down "star" on a piece of paper
Hold it up in front of you, right in the mirror
Put it in the mirror
Hold it up in front of you, and that's YOU
We don't like you [laughs]
Holla at me, fix it f__gots..