Trapped (Album Version|Explicit)

Trapped (Album Version|Explicit) - Proof

Written by：Marshall Mathers/D. Holton

Big proof rest in peace dudey we love you

We just wanna keep making you proud

Heh proof proof proof proof proof proof

My life is trapped in these lines

That's why I'm packing these nines

I got a rap I ain't diein'

That's in the back of my mind

Got a strap made of iron

Can't relax on this grind

Bending over backwards for these slackers

'Till I'm snapping my spine

Natural high I gotta focus

On these bogus pochers

Looking over my shoulder

Proof get it poppin like show'd a hold up

Slow up

This gun is loaded

Roll up

They beef 'n we leaving 'em coked up

If 'em say it I spray it

If he will it I kill it

We kilpatrick 'n ill it

Yo detroit know I can feel it

Will at this gun on my waiste line

At war we don't waste time

Blow up magic can't take a punch

And fifty can take 9 blaow

We got schoolcraft here at the seven eight and dexter

I'm up 'n holla spending dollars ain't feeling no pressure

Yes suh' ya texta' is b**ch

Bet'chya ya flinch when proof shoot up they crew

And wet ya whole clique