Artist: Proof (D12) Album: Eminem Presents: The Re-Up Song: Trapped Typed by: drobins_912009@hotmail.com [Eminem] Big Proof, rest in peace dude and we love you We just wanna keep makin you proud P-P-P-P-P-P-P [Proof] (Eminem) My life is trapped in these line's, that's why I'm packin these nine's 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 his 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 soldier's!) Slow up (This gun is loaded!) Roll up (They beefin' we leavin' 'em coked up!) If Em say it, I spray it, if he will it, I kill it We kill packs to get iller in Detroit, hope y'all can feel it Real as this gun on my waistline, and woah we don't waste time (Ja) mad he can't take a punch and 50 can take nine We got school craft here at the 7, 8, and text her I'm up in Holly, spendin' dollas, ain't feelin' no pressure Yes sir, your texture is bitch, betcha' you flinch When Proof shoot up they coupe, and waste your whole clique