Proof - Black Wrist Bro'S lyrics

"Now, we must all fear, evil men

But there is another kind of evil, which we must fear most

And that is, the indifference, of good, men!"

Aiyyo duty, it's all about us, you hear me?

I'm only callin on us, now 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 Bad Boy, Puffy shit, fuck Shyne

Fuck fame, you hear me? Don't try to touch my co-D

My roll D, protected like my O.G.'s

So never say never, well forever dawg I'm rock witchu

Watch you hatin, contemplatin, waitin to take a shot at you

It's just me and you plus pistols duty cause niggaz talkin

Least when we speakin same dudes that felt the heat, stiff in chalk

We put it down on the block, these niggaz flagrant

Makin statements indictin extra cases, needin an early placement

First and firm, never duckin and aim

Forever co-defendants Iron Fist, I'll fist out some serious pain

It's easy to be the coldest in life

But can you write your heart in a rhyme and spit your soul in the mic?

The streets talkin a weak fall

They currently devour the soft but they never eat dawgs

Whether few others, two brothers and two mothers

In a blaze of a light, I bet it's two of us

Don't try to do some slick shit and die without it

Cause I bet it on your life you gon' die without it

Peep how I pound that ass and finger-fuck her

Blazin Cools and market booze, the tools even single suckas

Black Wrist, Iron Fist all day

The S.K. spray, make niggaz move like "RAY!"

For the fat funny guy, I jerk 'em like Jackie Gleason

Leave 'em standin indecent, wheezin needin a breathin treatment

In the middle of murk season, I flirt like a church deacon with death

or at least until my last breath

To them tats on our right wrist we both bein true

Yo' needs is my needs, my seeds is yo' seeds

One hurt and we both bleed

We gon' ride 'til them wheels fall off

Or God wanna kill us off {*blam*}

I don't duck when you pop that gat

Don't ever doubt that you got my back

We put our life stories in a song, boast how we pop nines

It's the truth duke and more than just a hot line

I got mine minus yours cause you hate it and squeeze

My niggaz down on they luck, y'all niggaz down on y'all knees

Holla at him, you holla at me

I'm down for whatever forever, however it gotta be

In the clubs or the streets, once these thugs feel this heat

Bats, snubs or the beef, with the love of the D

You want trouble with P then that's trouble with 1st

We carry weight on our back that's doubled this Earth

You know where we at, in the struggle to search

Come thug on my turf, leave your blood in this dirt

With the pride of your manhood I paved the bricks

Livin life like a movie, it's a gangsta script

With my duty my co-star, been in two so far

Two hearts like rice with no R