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Proof - El Banquete Lyrics

(Trick-Trick)
You know the days of talking is over
And there ain't too much more we can say
To try to get these different individuals,
or muthafukkas as I like to call 'em
To just, Shut the Fukk up
Let's go:
(Verse: Trick-Trick)
You witnessed the ass whooping, bones got broke
When the 50 calib blast, wouldn't last
Through the smoke as you choke
Pay attention bear witness to this muthafukkin twitch that you excite
Cuz none of the bullets hit you they missed you,
But we ain't trippin wasn't after you,
Don't you piss, it's like a bitch them ni66az laughed at you
Now you agitated a little bit, acting just like a little bitch
I figured that you would surface I knew you happen to managed to pop shit
Saying Trick that, Trick this
When the balls that you have and if when I pop them
Should of died wit 'em, body and soul coulda burn
I'mma keep killing these bitches until everybody learn
Fukk time and it's time that these fukkers to start dyin'
I ain't sayin this to say in this rhyme and I ain't lyin
Man enough to say it and mean it, ni66az can be gone
I'mma do another verse but there aint much more I can speak on
(Chorus: Eminem)
There's nothing more these words can say
This hard headed muthafukka just won't let it lay
So say a prayer for this playa cuz he's going to his grave
So stand clear bitches betta get the fukk out my way.
(Verse: Proof)
Let me show you how I started as a starvin artist
This is Proof wit the truth regardless of all this
As my CEO and best friend of the essence
I won' why nobody in Detroit won't test him
Lesson learned, flesh get burned
Tex in turn, a scar hotter than the press and burn
Everlast the beef is over, you can sleep this over
Clique Benz took the streets wit soldiers
Including me I move and creep wit oozie fleas that choose to lead
I'll put your dudes to sleep
Who is he (Trick) Trick no treat
That street life AK that still'll lift your feet
The rest of these ni66az is comical
I'mma go abhominal, split like a domino
Rhyming pro, sharp witout a diamond, Go
Geronimo to any man wit pause
Murder you bitches, still screaming FUKK THE LAW!
(Chorus: Eminem)
There's nothing more these words can say
This hard headed muthafukka just won't let it lay
So say a prayer for this playa cuz he's going to his grave
So stand clear bitches betta get the fukk out my way.
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