| How you actin' like you don’t know me?
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| Like I ain’t been up in the D, bein' the illest MC
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| Like I ain’t bless yall with countless hits, make the fellas say
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| And girls bounce they tits
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| Listen, I am the game, and I ain’t ashamed
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| To say that it was I
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| Who put the fucking «I» in the team
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| Got Friends that be out gunnin, We all stunnas
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| Reminisce on my past, and then I recall wonders
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| I speed walk, long as I creep walk
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| Under your skin
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| Murder, Repeat, and get locked with them football numbers. |
| (Proof)
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| A wolf, the hunger, so prey, so redundant to say
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| Want it all, so I stomach the hate
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| I punish the game
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| In the booth, it’s the second coming
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| Proof will stand next to no one
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| The proof is inventive flow
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| I Maneuver your flesh and bone wit'
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| Your future is mine, I own it
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| How you actin' like you don’t know me
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| How you actin' like you don’t know me
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| Like I ain’t been up in the D, Being the Illest MC
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| Man, if a nigga act up, i’ll smack him outta character
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| These rappers is embarrasin', capture my arrogance
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| My accomplice is knowledge, these young bucks is dumb fucks
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| The flow is priceless, fans give me thumbs up
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| I hit a track harder than Obie’s head
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| And the only friends I fucked with is gone or dead
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| My hunger is driven to challenge men, pen to pen
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| And not to sell more records than Eminem
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| Royal as jigga, gangsta as 'Fitty
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| But to color your mind, im paintin' you history
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| Thankful it is, to be crowned the great
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| However, I won’t lie on a verse, rehearse sounding fake
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| I am Proof, and Proof is Detroit. |
| Detroit is us, D12 is real, who more Detroit
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| than us?
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| We done bust shots for the block, and those that’s locked, that love me
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| It’s cause of yall than I won’t stop
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| Check it out, it’s ya mans Young R. J
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| Good lookin' for rappin' on the beat, Big proof, RIP |