No More Games… Hook: no more mr. Nice guy… You can’t ease and get by… See no fear in these eyes… You may run but can’t hide… Verse: No more mr. Nice guy…it’s proof on this baseline…follow these guidelines or end up in the headlines… Respect my mind like the tech 9 when it’s in between the eyes… I’m so bonafide… I’m a boss crime…If you cross the line, that’s a flatline nigga I’ll see you on the other side… Yeah you heard it through the grapevine…hotline, skyline, now it’s my time, im on your storyline… That’s the perfect time… Now it’s game time…. No gang signs…mafia still on the frontline… These niggaz terrified… The way proof improvise in a homcide… Nigga I got an ailbi… Verse: I got the 44… I got the green light I’m about to let it go…. I don’t know what you niggaz take me fo… they call me dusty roe…. The way I drop niggaz on the floor… Niggaz choke off this overdose…ya comments I never quote….comments I never post… Nigga take notes before these bullets take ya ghost… Let me clear my throat.. I keep gangsta in everything I wrote…I ain’t playing games no mo… Let my gun smoke…when beef is cooking in my pot roast…. I’m a bully in the post, nigga I’m throwing bows…in the streets anything goes….nigga put that in your notes… Proof ain’t playing games no more…