Sammy Da Bull lyrics

Artist  : Proof 
Song : Sammy Da Bull



 Send "Sammy Da Bull" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (feat. Nate Dogg, Swifty McVay (D12))



[Chorus: Nate Dogg]

All these niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon'
kill

Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you
squeal

Holdin hands with the D.A. while you made your
deal

Three thousand miles away and I could hear you
still

Half these niggaz snitchin yo and that's for
real

I know it's hard to swallow, that's a big ol'
pill

If I catch you motherfuckers you gon' catch some
steel

I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I
feel



[Proof]

Uhh, trace this to it's basis, no movie
script

No yay, no pounds, no uzi clips

Not a car, no bling, know a bougie bitch

You got all of these rappers sayin they movin
bricks

They whole cliques switch with boob and tits

If you're - truly bitch, then they'll - usually
snitch

In a roundabout way I say my toolies spit

But if it come to coppin a plea, it includes the
fifth!

The mood is flipped cause spirits see the
diaphragms

Gangsta rappers with murderers for hired
hands

Police and riot vans, callin us pirate clans

Government guide hands, with private plans

To damage the game, it's a shame to survive a
scam

Cause we high off liquor, bitches and Vicadin

Yell out we gon' strike again, so triflin

Got kids idlin the vest to riflin (look Ma!)

Why you make a fake life in pens?

Glorify the hood but never a Bible hymn

And as the streets keep tyin in

Until the Feds indict the fans just for buyin in,
where's the violin?



[Chorus]



[Swifty McVay]

Hah, are you the guy that told the guy that I'm
the guy that gave the guy

a half a P; now the police is after me

Askin me questions, tellin me shit you only
knew

Pulled up on me out the blue, all this shit
because of you

Watch to do somethin cool bitch, snitchin like
Samuel Bull

Now yo' life's fucked up, and I'm announcin you
responsible

And I'm cut the fuck up, and whatchu gonna do but
sit yo' ass there

So what? Ain't nothin fair

When a nigga like you get carried away without
your lips

And they wonderin why Swifty McVay be killin shit
{AHH!}

I drop you off and get lost, come back the same
day

witcho' tongue cut off nigga, it's cursed
anyway

You the one who can't count, so give my G's up
(straight up)

And when it comes to shootin you the one who
freeze up

That's why yo' broke ass could swallow these
nuts

and folks ask, tryna follow everything that reads
up

on your report you made, I will escort you to
your grave

Tryna see me behind bars so you can get paid?

That's negative, you threaten my life? I CAN'T
let you live

Then you think that it'll catch up to your momma
and your kids snitch {AHH!}



[Chorus]



[Proof]

If you aim for slugs that's blazed by killers

Now the game done changed these niggaz out here
praisin squealers

Go Proof - my behavior's iller when tellin the
truth

Expunge my gun nigga like any paid felon'll
do

My spoken is well in the truth, you in hell and
the Proof

From the block to the jail or the booth

Bod boy image shall illuminate in silence

Gangsta, one that communicates through
violence

Go Proof - not through yappin or hostile
rappin

All on TV vest up and glocks go flashin

It's all actin - y'all just

don't see the director behind the camera that
yells out "Action" (take one!)

Blowin off the door hinge to a world in orbit

Where the masses have supportive recorded
performance

There's enormous shortage of poor kids

with new deals, they will become distorted and
tortured

And I ain't losin like 'Pac, there's rules on my
block

I'm from Detroit bitch, it ain't cool to be shot
[gunshots]



(Is he still alive?)

(Yeah yeah, I think so)

(Alright great, let's sign him!)



[Chorus]



[Outro: Proof]

Heh, aiyyo dig this

If you tell the masses, you tell the cops

But if that street yappin made you famous, then
you a star

Star; hey, write down "star"

Write down "star" on a piece of
paper

Hold it up in front of you, right in the
mirror

Put it in the mirror

Hold it up in front of you, and that's YOU

We don't like you [laughs]

Holla at me, fix it faggots..