Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trapped, artist - Proof. Album song Eminem Presents The Re-Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
Trapped |
Doody, we love you |
We just wanna keep makin' you proud |
My life is trapped in these lines, that’s why I’m packin' these nines |
I gotta rap, I ain’t dyin', that’s in the back of my mind |
Got a strap made of iron, can’t relax on this grind |
Bendin' over backwards for these slackers 'til I’m snappin' my spine |
Natural high, gotta focus, on these bogus poachers |
Lookin' over my shoulder, Proof get it poppin' like soda, hold up |
We nothin' but soldiers, slow up, this gun is loaded, roll up |
They beef and we leavin' ‘em coked up |
If Slim say it I spray it, if he will it I kill it |
We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit, y’all can feel it |
Real as this gun on my waistline, at war we don’t waste time |
he can’t take a punch and 50 can take nine |
We got school crap here at the 7, 8, and Dexter |
I’m up in Hollis spendin' dollars, ain’t feelin' no pressure |
Yes sir, your texture is bitch, betcha you flinch |
When Proof shoot up that coup and wet your whole clique |