[Intro: Proof]

(Salam Wreck!)

I'ma get at y'all boys like this, ayo

D12, Big Proof (Shock Wave)

Let's go

[Verse 1: Proof]

Real dogs that use teeth in beef, listen

Cashflow off assholes, weed in prison

Talk only your thought and make clear decisions

Dope and weed smoke'll never cloud my vision

Pack a .9 and I survive any collision

Proceed without read, don't be no pigeon

Talk is cheap when I speak, fuck this and

Take notice, focus, finish the mission

Keep enemies close and most friends distant

Had game in my brain as an infant

Do dirt and work, no need for assistance

Proof with two o's so hoes don't missprint

Snitches and dead men? Not much different

Every hood wanna get Loud like Steve Rifkind

Pay attention to your heart, don't start ass kissin'

A snake knows his fate, his whole body stiffen

[Chorus x2: Proof]

When it's Live N Direct for every hood, it's set

Sky's the limit nigga, this as good as it gets

We all want the ice, Rolex and slow sex

But can you handle drama, bullets and death threats?

[Verse 2: Proof]

Don't be a buster actin' tougher than leather

Have heart in the dark and spark your Beretta

My clique is trife, they put ice on they tethers

Ya whole clique choke, probably float like feathers

Screaming "Fuck jail and Hell" - All together

Got the heat in the street, shit down to a letter

Me and that honky we gon' be dawgs forever

Since birth on this earth, ain't shit that I'm scared of

Ever snitch or been a bitch? Nope, never

Maintain, through red rain, fuck the weather

Did the hood over 'til I find something better

If ya chick slob dick then my whole clique get her

Only hang with hood, dawgs and hard-hitters

Fuck doin' time, every move is made clever

Three things I'm about: Loot, dough, and chedda

And two things you can get nigga, dead or deader

[Chorus x2: Proof]

When it's Live N Direct for every hood, it's set

Sky's the limit nigga, this as good as it gets

We all want the ice, Rolex and slow sex

But can you handle drama, bullets and death threats?

[Verse 3: Proof]

I fought to be here from out my Daddy's sacks

Pulled the stops when my Pops sparked the crack

Moms never had kids, I got Bubba Fats

Reclined in the cushion while I'm pushin' Cadillacs

Nothin' nice, all my life, always been a Mack

Proof got real juice and I know how to act

I learnt how to share in a two-family flat

Have a gun up in your face if it wasn't for this rap

Love rule one: Don't let 'em count your stack

Rule two: Please believe that your phone is tapped

Three: Never trust who you think got your back

Four: Understand that your best man can rat

Five: Always keep your eyes behind your hat

Don't build off talk, make money off fact

Don't go to war with shanks and bats

When I got bombs with me and tanks and gats

[Outro: Proof & Salam Wreck]

Nigga it's Live N Direct (Wreck!)