Lyrics Bad Meets Evil – Living Proof
Text:
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
Royce Da 5′ 9″:
Yeah, Bad and Evil is (BACK),
Just as the pale moon illuminates the hail and thundering
‘O1’s the year I fell from blundering
Shady lifted his wing than I fell from under it
Now I’m free falling, my career is gone into re-calling
Regardless of who’s fault I was speed balling
God bubble wrapped me and dropped me on top of the Earth
Then Marshall double backed and got me from on top of a Hearse
I’m alive nigga
Justin T, ain’t got nothing on me, cause I done cried Mary J. Blige rivers
I realized that God’s with us
As soon as I decided to put that bottle down and pick up my Todd Bridges
The writings on the wall
Since nigga’s seen me at the baseball game with Shady and Jay-Z, suddenly everybody calls
Like I’m just checking on you, dog
While I throw up this message on the stall
Chorus:
When them bottles stop popping and them dollars start stopping, do what you did to get it and don’t stop
(Don’t stop) I made a promise to my momma, I’m a out-live her, how can I be a quitter when haters don’t stop
(Don’t stop) I’m living proof, nigga- it’s pretty safe to say
God giveth and God taketh away
It’s the worldwide American way
I’m living proof, nigga…
Eminem:
Your body language is saying your confidence is gone
Well pick ya-ass up lil’ homie, come on
Straight up you gon’ make love to the world or you gonna fuck it?
The last time that life kicked me in the ass, I pulled down it’s pants and put a foot up it’s ass
Man, what a catas
Trophy it’d be for me to be a bitch-ass pussy
And not open a can of whoop-ass let you piss-ants whoop me
Would be the day I say I ate poop
Shit the day that I don’t straight shoot, I’ll drop out of my anti-women hate group
Say I’m a sissy faggot, record it play it back and put it on straight loop
You haters look like you ate a grapefruit
To see me climbing back on that wagon, got my swagga back, I was dragging
Hopped back on it, grab the reigns on that bastard
And came back on ’em without remorse man, man of course
I’m a one trick pony, cause I’ll be screaming on these whores till I’m hoarse
Chorus
Royce Da 5′ 9″:
Nah I ain’t fading yet, I’d rather stay and rap
I mighta made a debt, but I find excitement in wondering what I’m a write next, so I don’t stay in debt
Me broke, you might as well cut the embryo out my momma
And play catch with the baby with AK’s with baby bayonets
I’m a get rich or I’m a die trying
That’s why it’s either kill or be killed, so call me suicide-homocide Ryan
Eminem:
There’s a bomb inside my head, I’m a live wire I am
On the edge teetering on it like a totter, I might get on a nut like a tire iron
I have no desire stopping so why would I drop and roll, that’s how much on fire I am
Rappers are fun and I’m the time, cause I’m just flying by ’em
And I’m laughing at ’em the entire time why am I up?
Cause tribulations I have triumphed bitch, I’m fired up
So one time for me to just let your fucking lighter light the sky up
Chorus
