Track 13 on Searching for Jerry Garcia. This track contains a sample from “Snowflake” by Tamita. Produced by DJ Jewels[Intro: Proof]

There's nothing, there's nothing

There's nothing, no there's nothing

Won't lose it, can't lose it

There's nothing but this music

There's nothing, there's nothing

There's nothing, no there's nothing

Won't lose it, can't lose it

There's nothing but this music

[Verse 1: Proof]

My mind is broke, too many lines of coke

Open mind for beefing, no reason I'mma choke

Time to quote something you've never heard

Put my heart when I talk and spit it with every word

We ain't playing no more, saying no more

No gangs to war, move the ground when we came for yours

In a four-double, billboard trouble

This industry ain't ready for more rebels

Kill at will, with the will to kill

Keep it real with steel, these pills'll feel

Proof for popping, they used to jogging

To take out your block was my future calling

Don't confuse it y'all, I used to brawl

*Gunshots* 'Til your producer fall

Who's involved? They don't wanna do nothing

Loot-style, I'll make 'em all move something

Clap the mag up, back they ass up

Leave 'em scapped and smashed up, then wrapped in plastic

Ask the hood, this a platinum classic

Now quit the yacking bitch and pass the acid, c'mon

[Chorus: King Gordy]

What they want right now is a nigga with nothin' to lose

(Oh nothin' to lose)

He got no shame in his game about the stuff that he do

(Oh the stuff that he do, right now)

Jump off stage right now nigga, start punchin' a fool

(Oh punching a fool)

Y'all bitch, that's why we ain't fuckin' with you!

(We ain't fuckin' with you, no no!)

[Verse 2: Proof]

Heavy Metal with devilistic tongues

It's fun for the ghetto kids and misfits to hum

Along with red and yellow biscuits to munch

This day before you was never meant to come

Forever rich and dumb, brawl out anyday

You heard Slim, we some all out Renegades

To the end of days, blow your skin away

Who better than D12? That's a sin to say

Can you follow this? Y'all swallow shit

Of politics, I lack the tolerance

Taste the motherfucking dust and this laced blunt

Take The World With Me, fool nigga like Pacewon

Ain't none ready, slap box for kicks

Pack Glocks to spit, and smack cops with dick

This is narcotics, and dark knowledge

That's symbolic, sin-sonic, demonic, and my hearts rotted

Make plans on insanity sands

I'm like "Damn", too much in me, incredible man

And I got a gram in each hand in enemy land

I'm bustin' off on your block, like Yosemite Sam

[Chorus: King Gordy]

What they want right now is a nigga with nothin' to lose

(Oh nothin' to lose)

He got no shame in his game about the stuff that he do

(Oh the stuff that he do, right now)

Jump off stage right now nigga, start punchin' a fool

(Oh punching a fool)

Y'all bitch, that's why we ain't fuckin' with you!

(We ain't fuckin' with you, no no!)

[Verse 3: Proof]

Ugh, sittin' in Hell with a blunt and ice cube

Plottin' with Satan to snatch God's light view

Didn't like school, I never liked you

I'm burning Bibles while I'm sniffing on this white glue

Fight dudes, blacks to white fools

Then act cocky, I'm Rocky, shit I might lose

But I doubt it, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, about it

Only life will see Christ without it

Victory, is meant to be

Where my father has been, it's been a mystery

But I don't give a fuck, I'ma live it up

Getting drunk, hitting clubs, and I'm selling off prescription drugs

And I miss you Bugz, hold steady now

Proof is here, the world ain't ready now

If you gay, you gay, you straight, you straight

You violate today, then a mistake you made, HEY

Are you swallowin'? Hey, lil' thing I'm poppin'

Don't need a greasy college to see you droppin'

Proof the king of bosses, so bring your coffin

I'm like a sucka punch, "Why?" 'Cause I ain't seen it often

Genius artists, so retarded

Broken-hearted, my soul's like a open target

And I'm ready to leave Earth

You step to my death, next year on my t-shirt

[Chorus: King Gordy]

What they want right now is a nigga with nothin' to lose

(Oh nothin' to lose)

He got no shame in his game about the stuff that he do

(Oh the stuff that he do, right now)

Jump off stage right now nigga, start punchin' a fool

(Oh punching a fool)

Y'all bitch, that's why we ain't fuckin' with you!

(We ain't fuckin' with you, no no!)

[Outro: King Gordy]

Got Derty Harry, well well

King Gordy, well well

Dirty Dozen, WELL WELL

FAT KILLAHZ, FAT KILLAHZ!