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Proof Searching For Jerry Garcia

snitch {AHH!} [Chorus] [Proof] If you aim for slugs that's blazed by killers Now the game done changed these niggaz out here praisin squealers Go Proof

fear P'll die dumb Lie none 'til my dawg lies the gun for my dawg Have a nigga family run to the morgue Gotta ID the body, for tryna touch mine On some

gasp] I've done it twice already, look I'm alive (Really?) Yeah just think of a swan and dive (okay) [Chorus] [Proof] You startin to bore me Lori, got people waitin for

[Proof Talking] This my last letter right here Fuck this world, lets get the fuck outta here [Proof] I put my soul through the ink Bless a path with

okay) Hit big cash, I'll spend it witch'all Win at the casino bitch, I'm spendin it all (hey) Leave in my Spreewells spinnin for y'all I'm in it for y

-double, Billboard trouble This industry ain't ready for no more rebels Kill at will, with the will to kill Keep it real with steel, these pills'll feel Proof for

pills And I'm the Proof, got on my Method, so be real A retired weed head that need bread for trickin' Off on a mission to find bitches for sausage

't handle yo' biz Yo' angle is, is bored and stubborn Quick to say fuck whoever and still want somethin for nothin Streets talked about your loose lips, remember when Proof

peeps into murkers for beef Who the fuck is Jerry? I'm searchin for weed And why did God make all these worthless MC's? Still tryin to find out for what