Clap wit Me (Proof)

"You're the lyrics of my liiiife.." "You're the end, of my storyyyyy.." Uhh, you know Proof, D12, Shady Records all day New kids nothin, we skippin through the hallways All praise I.F., Motor City giants Name been on bubble since Salam dropped the Pyrex Out to stack the cake up, my group will never break up The world been sleep long enough, they better wake up Don't sport a Jacob, bling just the same Remain in the D, it's the kingdom I claim Never leavin the fame, born to be great Walk to the door of a quarter 'til eight Haters hate but they late with the jump off I'm in the game to maintain, no reason to jump off, come on "You're the lyrics of my liiiife.." "You're the end, of my storyyyyy.." "8 Mile" was dope, Obie brought heat Emile on the beat, 50 kept us in the street It's my destiny to be, the truth nevertheless Nothin new your boy Proof is better than best Elliot Ness to these fuckin gangsters and killers Bankin they millions they all wanksters and squealers My first spit with the Tony Toca D-Tweezy "Ride to Death" is our only slogan Dreams of fuckin J-Lo, Hood is on the payroll Lockland and 3rd Precinct screamin "Free Yayo" If the beef is set let's squeeze off a tec And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me "You're the lyrics of my liiiife.." "You're the end, of my storyyyyy.." King Gordy brought the pain and Jewels he fought the lames I played with the wrong cheek in which I got the flames I'm not ashamed, this is just a glimpse Denaun drumline made G-Unit pimps (G-Unit!) Proof is a wolf, shit I told you from jump In a fast lane, no change of road or the bumps Game is sold not told so I hold a swollen tongue In Detroit I don't go by P, I'm Colemen Young Holdin one with the tongue flow like Tiger Woods Christina don't do it for me, shh, but Mya could I am Suge to the rap game, rulin Purple Gang We blow your mind like Kurt Cobain, knowmsayin? "You're the lyrics of my liiiife.." "You're the end, of my storyyyyy.." (2x)