know that it's true I've nothing to prove to you You know that it's true I've nothing to prove to you You know that it's true I've nothing to prove to
Translation: Texas. Nothing 2 Prove.
true I've nothing to prove to you You know that it's true I've nothing to prove to you You know that it's true I've nothing to prove to you You know
true I've nothing to prove to you I've nothing to prove to you I've nothing to prove to you I've nothin to prove to you I've nothing to prove to
true I've nothing to prove to you I've nothing to prove to you I've nothing to prove to you I've nothin to prove to you I've nothing to prove to you
I've nothing to prove to you You know that it's true I've nothing to prove to you You know that it's true I've nothing to prove to you You know that
twat, dirty Miami, we're dirty Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em And blow 'em dirty Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg We make 'em dirty Straight up outta Texas
white ice, you...bum ass night fights! KILLA! [HOOK] [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] Ayo I'm proving this, you losing this, there's nothing you could do with this
in a cab huh You looking for a A and R or CEO, you can stab huh Did a hundred thousand independent, ain't really nothing to prove I make a million disappear
On The Rooftop All On The Rooftop Who You Wanna Shoot But I Dont Wanna Go Back You Dont Wanna Do That Why You Gotta Prove That? What You Gotta Prove These
Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty! Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty! [Repeat 2x] [Verse 2] (Bun B) Straight up outta Texas
to a killer Me sipping the drink me smoking me dank me tipping me herb and formaldehyde Open it all of me niggas are ready to ride Could I be innocent till proved
a cab huh You looking for a A&R or CEO, you can stab huh Did a hundred thousand independent, ain't really nothing to prove I make a million disappear
to the rapping When it come to the rapping, my lyrics be clapping People be like Ake, man you got some'ing to prove I ain't got shit to prove, but in
legend, down in 7-1-3 Plus I'm low to the flo', when I'm making a move Bank account sitting fat, I ain't got nothing to prove Get your weight up niggaz
