Livin' Proof Lyrics - Livin' Proof - The Group Home

My life story strictly business never blew my chance 

Moms kicked me out the house when I was flippin "I'm the Man" 

Put the boys on the street, make them walk this beat 

Teach them how to eat, and to seek for peace 

Son I stamped this name Livin' Proof cause I mean what I say 

Bring the fake to reality and make them pay 

Yo these ghetto rhyme stories got em scared to death 

I'm tryin to get the fuck out, see what the world's about 

Check it nineteen-eighty-six is when I reached my peak 

Take my brothers outta state and tried to make some ends meet 

First destinate your sector then it's just like that 

Makin moves with my brothers and there's no turnin back 

We got thirty-six grams on the scale right now 

Gettin ready with my brothers time to break the shit down 

I'm not about killin my people but you know how it go 

Work with me not against me and we'll make mad dough 

Wear my co-defendant out when I break down with rap 

Hold me back and give me love and now I'm givin it back 

A unique sound from the streets and it's just so sweet 

My Livin' Proof life story, let me break it in piece 

Yo I rock on the block with the real hip-hop 

As you start to clock... and jock 

Yo, I'm comin off with mad rage 

Eighteen, and hittin the real stage 

But don't worry bout me, cause I'm makin it 

And if I can't have it, then I'm takin it 

That's how it is, cause I'm livin trife 

Where's my knife, take a chance witcha life 

Rappers decapitate, and disintegrate 

You I will mutilate, when I penetrate 

Go for the one when I say raid 

A hit man for hire and I want to get paid 

Cause bullets are sprayed and anybody is laid 

More money is made and that's the family trade 

See I make moves and tell what's the truth 

That's why I'm here, to be livin proof 

I'm lost, must pay the cost to be the boss 

With force, rather get my point across 

I'm goin off on the mic insane, out of sight 

When I take flight (like who kid?) Like Mike 

And you see, I be rollin like a battlecat 

And I'm ready to rip on my combat 

Beef I'm not havin that yo, I pull my trigger back 

And all you pussy niggaz know where my heart is at 

I like to stay down low but yo I flip at times 

Like when I'm kickin lines, or bustin out nines 

It's like that, shit I jumped off the roof 

Pysch, cause I wouldn't be livin' proof 

The moral of the story - what the fuck's goin on? 

NYCeez won't see two thousand if these niggaz keep frontin 

I used to hustle on the block, now I rock for papes 

Watch out, the world turn, and I will come back 

Relieven stress off my brain I got the la-la for that 

Breakin down all subjects, and then all facts 

Lettin lose everyday, but still, keepin it fat 

Bust it niggaz keep on frontin in this game aight? 

Scared to death ass rappers don't get no props 

Scared to come to the ghetto talk about bustin shots 

See I can walk around the ghetto stand in peace and at ease 

Get my ghetto crowd open yo you know what I mean 

Indeed, see what I see and then you know what I mean 

Gettin ready for the future so don't fuck with me 

My livin' proof life story niggaz I kill it with ease