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lavel – livin proof lyrics

[intro]
what up n+ggas
what up detroit
it’s lavel
diamond cutz
i wanna holla at y’all n+ggas
all these n+ggas in detroit
that say they the sh+t
then act like it then n+gga (yeah, let’s smoke somethin’)
cuz i’ma tell you (aye i gotta lay back)
you only, you only got one more chance n+gga (detroit, stand up!)
holla at me (diamond cutz m+th+f+ck+)
[verse 1]
we got a lot of work to do, and i’m not f+ckin’ playin
either listen to what i’m sayin or quit f+ckin’ with ‘cha man
see you hear me but you fail to listen unless a n+gga dissin’
y’all better pay attention before we lose our position
detroit’s rap scene, legendary hip+hop
motown boy, and the city of rock
i can taste it but thеy scared what the f+ck you expеct
all the beef in the street, and the lack of respect
i found myself caught in the maze of bullsh+t
all the talent in the world can’t save this b+tch
unless you n+ggas huddle up, and the white boys too
you know what the f+ck to do, i don’t need to tell you
we got some people to put it down and bring it home for the team
y’all know who you are, and y’all know what i mean
we the sh+t right here in the d (can ya hear me now)
bomb sh+t, right here, in detroit, f+ck the pow+pow

[chorus: lavel & asteriah]
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast (oh yeah)
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass (we #1)
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast (we diamond cutz)
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass (all we spit, is, platinum, cuts)
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast
[verse 2]
my sh+t’s free if you want it, beats free if you want it
if i can help the process, that’s how bad i really want it
i’m kind of sick to the stomach so i’ma drink ’til i vomit
take my drum machine to the p+wn shop, i don’t want it
then i feign, for the bang, i would never, be the same
i was born, with the fever, for the flavor, of the game
no change, no gimmick, just the flow, first game
i lost my little girl, picture her smile, positive pain
every day hustle hard for my sh+t to be the best
accepted by the rest, this is not a test
i said, listen to me homie this is not a f+ckin’ speech
tryin’ to holla at my peeps, far we can reach
no limit, we really need to study master p
and put it down for the d, real talk now preach
distribute the whole p and can’t move a cd
the industry k!lled me letting us die on the f+ckin’ street
what the f+ck

[chorus: lavel & asteriah]
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast (oh yeah)
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass (we #1)
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast (we diamond cutz)
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass (all we spit, is, platinum, cuts)
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast
[verse 3]
what else can i say, i’m an m16
rounds of b+lls and hooks, whip tracks like cream
hit a l!ck so sweet i’m sugar ray with the beef
spit raps with the best, tuck ’em in real neat
don’t sleep on the d, wake yo’ ass up
smack ’em with the mick, we ain’t gotta throw the dubs
we just gotta show some love, when we up in the club
n+gga, i’ll open up dog i don’t give a f+ck
still leavin’ with about, six b+tches in the truck
the real headliners when you get your d+ck sucked
bring the fun back in, pony down, hurl in
ruby red, grape goop, mix it up, sleep from gin
7 mile style i put a ‘thou on it
a fine ass b+tch with an ass so sick
summer in my city we the captain of the state
we the legends, the leaders, and the all+time greats

[chorus: lavel & asteriah]
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast (oh yeah)
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass (we #1)
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast (we diamond cutz)
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass (all we spit, is, platinum, cuts)
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast (oh yeah)
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass (we #1)
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast (we diamond cutz)
i got you dogs (woof)
sn+tch him up, bite his ass (all we spit, is, platinum, cuts)
we livin’ proof (stand up) detroit ’bout to blast

[outro: tnt]
yo, what up this your boy tnt and i’m always f+ckin’ wit my man ‘vel
puttin’ it down with the diamond cutz
all the time, all rhymes, all hits
yeah, diamond cutz n+gga

- lavel lyrics

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