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[Proof - Intro] Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at Club Runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free. G-Unit in da house! What up baby. Performin' live tonight live on stage. . .Captain Save-'em-hoe, and the fabulous Case y'all. Stick 'em out y'all. All my Detroit playas, let's go! [Kon Artis - Chorus] I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games, I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain. I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man. I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned. You know all I really wanna do is fuck. I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up. And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck. I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned. [Kon Artis] You gave right. Yes I love monage--tois and I got drawers as big as guys's big 'wah'. I'm a trick daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure that I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya. I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk, but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump. When my mind's on hump to me my .9's in the trunk, and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt. Not once, twice, but three times the lover that your man is, and I'm a freak undercover. I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother. I got five of them motherfuckers tryin' to smother me already. We can't go steady, but you can give me head. Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shit. My chap lips will cut nipples when breast fed, and on the way, leave the bread with Achman. I'd love for you to stay but I got another date, with a fat chick that eat cake on playskates. She rubbed my funky ass feet and fee