Black Wrist Bro’s

By Proof

On Searching for Jerry Garcia

Released on August 9, 2005

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[Intro]

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!


[Verse 1: Proof]

Ayo Dudey, it's all about us, you hear me?

Only calling on us, now fear P or die dumb

Lying none 'til my dawg, blast the gun for my dawg

Have a nigga family run to the morgue

Gotta I.D. 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 roadie, protect him like my own seed


[Verse 2: 1st Born]

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

Watch you hating, contemplating, waiting to take a shot at you

It's just me and you plus pistols Dudey 'cause niggas talking

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

We put it down on the block, these niggas flagrant

Making statements, indicting extra cases, needing an early placement

1st stand firm, never ducking and aim

Forever co-defendants Iron Fist, I feel such as Citizen Kane


[Verse 3: 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 talk and the weak fall

The courage devour the soft but ain't never eat dawgs

With a 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 me


[Verse 4: 1st Born]

Peep how I pound that ass and finger-fuck her

Blaze at crews in multiples of two’s even single suckas

Black Wrist, Iron Fist all day

The S.K. spray, make niggas move like "Ray!"

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

Leave 'em standing indecent, wheezing, needing a breathing treatment

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

Or at least until my last breath


[Chorus: Proof]

My dawg, it's me and you

To them tats on our right wrist, we both being 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

I don't duck when you pop that gat

Don't ever doubt that you got my back


[Verse 5: 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, mine is yours cuz, you ready to squeeze?

My niggas down on they luck, y'all niggas 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, want these dubs? Feel this heat

Got snubs for the beef, with the love of the D


[Verse 6: Proof]

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

We carry weight on our back, let's Devil 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

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

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

Two hearts like rice with no R


[Chorus: Proof]

My dawg, it's me and you

To them tats on our right wrist, we both being 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

I don't duck when you pop that gat

Don't ever doubt that you got my back

My dawg, it's me and you

To them tats on our right wrist, we both being 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

I don't duck when you pop that gat

Don't ever doubt that you got my back