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
