Proof "Ja In A Bra'" |
[Ja Rule] Its murdaaa... hahaha...its murda... We back up in this motherfucker Its murda... y'all know who we be (ayo don't let me catch you!) R.U.L.E.I.N.C... my nigga Fatal on my motherfuckin 1s 'n' 2s, Holla back you bitch ass niggaz! Yo, yo, cocksucker If y'all havnt heard yet that nigga change is loose And I got proof, get it, I got proof... *beat changes* [Intro - Proof] WOOF!! You know my name, its like this, PROOF!!! D12 sicknotes! Its war now! Lets man up! (WOOF) No prisoners! No casualties! All my riders lets ride CMON! (WOOF) [Verse 1] Word on the street is I murda this Inc Get whacked with the hands not deservin the heatin Nervous 'n' beef To Irv and his peeps: I ain't rappin no mo' I speak through the curve in the streets Ya hit's, man, is bitch Ya did a poor job, that midget Cookie Monster hangin' from a door knob Ya lucky I don't like touchin women And don't see no peace talks somethin' with Russel Simons, (WOOF) Got the right connections My conception, ya know, would be beefin, Ya sleep, ya life is definately gone The wettest singin' at least the Woof of rap You'll need more than a Bush attack, don't push me back! (WOOF) You think it's just 50 and Sha, listen up Ja, no kids in the lobby Detroit city wishin you DIE! I know you just wanna rap and be Pac, But before its said and done you gon' see PAC! (WOOF) [Hook] Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like WOOF! PROOF, nigga, I'ma WOLF Now you all SHOOK About to getcha brain pushed BACK! [Verse 2] CHRIS GOTTI! This nigga had the nerve to have ten niggaz sneak me just to get wit me I'm only 160 and the fact is Murder Inc. is DJs and kittens I only walk out with scratches, wearin a Rolex shirt So if thats the streets, speakin ya dress don't hurt You cowards do something before we do ours I could write a Ja Rule album in two hours (nigga!) Bleedin dead on ya back, run ya pockets flat like Federal Tax, Put ya head on the rack I'm so bad, the only thing good is death And L.A. G Unit posted and shook left, (ha, bitch!) I'm from Detroit with the hottest and hollas Niggaz like "Y'all garbage, don't even bother", (haha) Plus ya overweight and gangstas is mad 50 made Wanksta and wanksta's definition is AINT TOUGH With pictures of Ja in a bra with a paint brush, paintin his war marks I'm losin my patience It ain't just, D12 and Obie Homey, cancel ya shows and show respect And act like you know me If you say Hailies name again, I'm catching a jet 911 style, to ya face and ya chest 911 style, to ya face to ya chest It's over nigga getting wet on the set [Hookx2] Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like WOOF! PROOF, nigga, I'ma WOLF Now you all SHOOK I'ma about to getcha brain pushed BACK! Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like WOOF! PROOF, nigga, I'ma WOLF Now you all SHOOK I'ma about to getcha brain pushed BACK! [Outro] Haha! I ain't even talkin no more! I can't believe my nig can write yo whole ass out, nigga! Whatcha talkin about 'that we gave ya the proof!' Yo bitchass is scared to come in that club, nigga! You ain't got shit! I'ma tell you like this: Black Child, Chris Gotti, I'm on that ass! Cmon! See! You niggaz wanna be street niggaz! Recruit who #you wanna recruit? Cause I'ma murd' all you soldiers and recruit ya bosses when this over! Nigga, Big Proof! D12! Only a one sixty-three! I left out with scratches, nigga! Wait till y'all niggaz come to the D! Yeah, I'm goin to New York! I just love Summer Jams! I'll be back fuckin with ya bitch! A'yo, Cookie Monster: come get me, nigga! Old ass nigga! *laughs* *beat stops* And don't make me really write some shit, nigga! Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |