My life story strictly business never blew my chance    Moms kicked me out the house when I was flippin "I'm the Man"    Put the boys on the street, make them walk this beat    Teach them how to eat, and to seek for peace    Son I stamped this name Livin' Proof    cause I mean what I say    Bring the fake to reality and make them pay    Yo these ghetto rhyme stories got em scared to death    I'm tryin to get the fuck out, see what the world's about    Check it nineteen-eighty-six is when I reached my peak    Take my brothers outta state and tried to make some ends meet    First destinate your sector then it's just like that    Makin moves with my brothers and there's no turnin back    We got thirty-six grams on the scale right now    Gettin ready with my brothers time to break the shit down    I'm not about killin my people but you know how it go    Work with me not against me and we'll make mad dough    Wear my co-defendant out when I break down with rap    Hold me back and give me love and now I'm givin it back    A unique sound from the streets and it's just so sweet    My Livin' Proof life story, let me break it in piece       Yo I rock on the block with the real hip-hop    As you start to clock... and jock    Yo, I'm comin off with mad rage    Eighteen, and hittin the real stage    But don't worry bout me, cause I'm makin it    And if I can't have it, then I'm takin it    That's how it is, cause I'm livin trife    Where's my knife, take a chance witcha life    Rappers decapitate, and disintegrate    You I will mutilate, when I penetrate    Go for the one when I say raid    A hit man for hire and I wanna get paid    Cause bullets are sprayed and anybody is laid    More money is made and that's the family trade    See I make moves and tell what's the truth    That's why I'm here, to be livin proof       Chorus:    "Leave it up to me while I be livin proof"    "Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough"    (cut and scratched by DJ Premier 4X)       I'm lost, must pay the cost to be the boss    With force, rather get my point across    I'm goin off on the mic insane, out of sight    When I take flight (like who kid?) Like Mike    And you see, I be rollin like a battlecat    And I'm ready to rip on my combat    Beef I'm not havin that yo, I pull my trigger back    And all you pussy niggaz know where my heart is at    I like to stay down low but yo I flip at times    Like when I'm kickin lines, or bustin out nines    It's like that, shit I jumped off the roof    Pysch, cause I wouldn't be livin' proof       "Kick the truth, to the young black youth"      The moral of the story - what the fuck's goin on?    NYCeez won't see two thousand if these niggaz keep frontin    I used to hustle on the block, now I rock for papes    Watch out, the world turn, and I will come back    Relieven stress off my brain I got the la-la for that    Breakin down all subjects, and then all facts    Lettin lose everyday, but still, keepin it fat    Bust it niggaz keep on frontin in this game aight?    Scared to death ass rappers don't get no props    Scared to come to the ghetto talk about bustin shots    See I can walk around the ghetto stand in peace and at ease    Get my ghetto crowd open yo you know what I mean    Indeed, see what I see and then you know what I mean    Gettin ready for the future so don't fuck with me    My livin' proof life story niggaz I kill it with ease...       Chorus + "to kick the truth, to the young black youth"