[Intro: Eminem]

Big Proof, rest in peace dudey

We love you, we just wanna keep making you proud

[Verse: Proof]

My life is trapped in these lines, that's why I'm packin' these nines

I gotta rap I ain't dyin', that's in the back on my mind

Got a strap made of iron, can't relax on this grind

Bendin' over backwards for these slackers til I'm snappin' my spine

Naturally, I gotta focus on these bogus poachers

Lookin' over my shoulder, Proof get it poppin' like shoulder

Hold up (We nothin' but soldiers), slow up (This gun is loaded)

Roll up (They beef and we leavin' 'em coked up)

If Slim say it I spray it, if he will it I kill it

We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit, y'all can feel it

Got this gun on my wasteline, and woah we don't waste time

Ja, man he can't take a punch and 50 can take nine

We got School Craft here at the 7, 8, and Dexter

I'm up in Holly, spendin' dollas, ain't feelin' no pressure

Yes sir, your texture is bitch, betcha ya flinch

When Proof shoot up they coup, and waste your whole clique