Black Wrist Bro's Lyrics - Searching For Jerry Garcia - Proof

"Now, we must all fear, evil men 

But there is another kind of evil, which we must fear most 

And that is, the indifference, of good, men!" 

[Proof] 

Aiyyo duty, it's all about us, you hear me? 

I'm only callin on us, now fear P'll die dumb 

Lie none 'til my dawg lies the gun for my dawg 

Have a nigga family run to the morgue 

Gotta ID the body, for tryna touch mine 

On some Bad Boy, Puffy shit, fuck Shyne 

Fuck fame, you hear me? Don't try to touch my co-D 

My roll D, protected like my O.G.'s 

[1st Born] 

So never say never, well forever dawg I'm rock witchu 

Watch you hatin, contemplatin, waitin to take a shot at you 

It's just me and you plus pistols duty cause niggaz talkin 

Least when we speakin same dudes that felt the heat, stiff in chalk 

We put it down on the block, these niggaz flagrant 

Makin statements indictin extra cases, needin an early placement 

First and firm, never duckin and aim 

Forever co-defendants Iron Fist, I'll fist out some serious pain 

[Proof] 

It's easy to be the coldest in life 

But can you write your heart in a rhyme and spit your soul in the mic? 

The streets talkin a weak fall 

They currently devour the soft but they never eat dawgs 

Whether few others, two brothers and two mothers 

In a blaze of a light, I bet it's two of us 

Don't try to do some slick shit and die without it 

Cause I bet it on your life you gon' die without it 

[1st Born] 

Peep how I pound that ass and finger-fuck her 

Blazin Cools and market booze, the tools even single suckas 

Black Wrist, Iron Fist all day 

The S.K. spray, make niggaz move like "RAY!" 

For the fat funny guy, I jerk 'em like Jackie Gleason 

Leave 'em standin indecent, wheezin needin a breathin treatment 

In the middle of murk season, I flirt like a church deacon with death 

or at least until my last breath 

[Chorus: Proof] 

[gun cocks] My dawg is me and you 

To them tats on our right wrist we both bein true 

Yo' needs is my needs, my seeds is yo' seeds 

One hurt and we both bleed 

We gon' ride 'til them wheels fall off 

Or God wanna kill us off {*blam*} 

I don't duck when you pop that gat 

Don't ever doubt that you got my back 

[1st Born] 

We put our life stories in a song, boast how we pop nines 

It's the truth duke and more than just a hot line 

I got mine minus yours cause you hate it and squeeze 

My niggaz down on they luck, y'all niggaz down on y'all knees 

Holla at him, you holla at me 

I'm down for whatever forever, however it gotta be 

In the clubs or the streets, once these thugs feel this heat 

Bats, snubs or the beef, with the love of the D 

[Proof] 

You want trouble with P then that's trouble with 1st 

We carry weight on our back that's doubled this Earth 

You know where we at, in the struggle to search 

Come thug on my turf, leave your blood in this dirt 

With the pride of your manhood I paved the bricks 

Livin life like a movie, it's a gangsta script 

With my duty my co-star, been in two so far 

Two hearts like rice with no R 

[Chorus - 2X]