Prove It - Foreign Beggars

Yeah, bounce to it, bounce, yeah, London

Yeah, Guilty Simpson in the house

Foreign Beggars in the house

Boy, false town, in your yard bruv

I’m your block’s nuisance

I’m like Glocks shooting

Imma riot in Detroit, I never stop looting

I throw a rock through your window, puffing my endo

Gun’s to your temple, fuck with my kin folk and die

Detroit n****s multiply and reinvesting any on the coke supply

These rap cats claim that we’re one and the same

But they running the game, but I’m running the game

I’m a new age Cyrus, I bum my smoke and say thanks

Pull my gun out and run you through

Get em, I bounce to a whole nother rhythm

You’re off-beat and clumsy, find my where slums be

Where the crack heads, the pimp whores and bums be

And I’m just like them, I’m mad hungry

Foreign Beggars in the house with berretas in your mouth

Get the cheddar then we out

(Guilty Simpson)

I pull run thick, a lotta dudes talk shit

But it’s all nonsense to me (prove it)

They’re just fronting for my peeps out in London

On the way back down to the D (show how we do it)

Guilty Simpson’s in the house, Foreign Beggars' in the house

Detroit City’s in the house, London, England’s in the house

(Metropolis)

Man I’m always at large in night clubs and bars

Where rich folk hang out and light up cigars

When they’re paying for their drinks I’ll be lurking in the dark

With them wandering fingers that will splurt with your cars

Grand theft auto, you’ll get turfed out your car

Clean out your yard like my first name was Mark

So lock your windows and your doors

Cos I’ll be coming round blud

Could be in the early eve while you’re out on the booze

Or in the afternoon while you’re try’na catch a snooze

I’ll be bagging up your goods in a fat swag bag

I ain’t got shit, so really I ain’t got shit to lose

I got your house plans scribbled in a diagram

You’re on the 12th floor, cool, well Imma bust a Spiderman

So if you think you’re shit is safe you’d better think again bruv

(Guilty Simpson)

I pull run thick, a lotta dudes talk shit

But it’s all nonsense to me (prove it)

They’re just fronting for my peeps out in London

On the way back down to the D (show how we do it)

Guilty Simpson’s in the house, Foreign Beggars' in the house

Detroit City’s in the house, London, England’s in the house

(Orifice Vulgatron)

Yeah, we can say I’ve been known to pack heat

I move keys of crack to fiends in back streets

But, been a couple places where hell and earth meets

Seen meat turned freaks can squirt like burst leaks

Seen urges turned deep, move work to earn keeps

By work I mean food, that’s food you can’t eat

Cos food you can’t eat makes Gs so fuck Ps

Cos Ps mean to Gs that ain’t dealing with keys

I never back down, I’ve proceeded to put the smack down

Independent, yes, but never been in the background

It’s Foreign Beggars, GS blessed the track

And again we spread fear like pipe bombs and black clouds

I’m in your house like bazoo in the crack crowds

Raps are danker than raps you in his black bowls

It’s Orifice up in your bitch, with his dick up in your bitch

Get the chips and then we split

(Guilty Simpson)

I pull run thick, a lotta dudes talk shit

But it’s all nonsense to me (prove it)

They’re just fronting for my peeps out in London

On the way back down to the D (show how we do it)

Guilty Simpson’s in the house, Foreign Beggars' in the house

Detroit City’s in the house, London, England’s in the house