Ja In A Bra’

Lyrics

[Ja Rule sample] It's Murda (Ha-ha-ha) It's Murda We back up in this motherfucker! (Word to mother) It's Murda Y'all know who we be (Ayo don't let me catch you runnin' up out the back of BET either, nigga) R.U.L.E. I.N.C My nigga Fatal on the mutherfuckin' ones and twos Holla back, you bitch ass niggas, cocksucker! Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is loose And I got proof, get it? I got Proof [Intro: Proof] Woof! You know my name, it's like this: Proof! D12, Sicknotes It's war now! Let's man up! (Woof!) No prisoners! No casualties! All my riders, let's ride! C'mon! (Woof!) [Verse 1: Proof] Word on the street is I murdered this Inc You're wack with your hands, not deservin' the heat You're nervous in beef, to Irv and his peeps I ain't rappin' no more, I speak through the curb in the streets (Woof!) Ya henchman got this bitch, they did a poor job That midget Cookie Monster hangin' from a door knob Y'all lucky I don't like touchin' women And don't send no peace talks summit with Russell Simmons (Woof!) Got the right connections, mic conceptions Yo on with beef you sleep, your life is definitely gone The wedding singer meets the woof of rap You'll need more than a Bush Attack to push me back (Woof!) You think it's just 50 and Sha Listen up, Ja, no kissin' up, now Detroit City wishin' you die I know you just wanna rap and be Pop But before it's said and done, you gon' see 'Pac (Woof!) [Chorus: Proof] Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like (Woof!) Proof nigga, I'm a wolf Now you all shook About to get (I know [?] [?]) your brain pushed back [Verse 2: Proof] Chris Gotti This nigga had the nerve to have 10 niggas sneak me just to get wit' me I'm only 1-60 and the fact is Murder Inc. is DJs and kittens, I only walk out with scratche Wearin' a Rolex shirt So if that's your streets speakin', your threats don't hurt (Woof!) You cowards, do something before we do ours I could write a Ja Rule album in two hours (Nigga!) Leave you dead on your back Run your pockets flat like federal tax, put your head on a rack (Woof!) It's all bad, only thing good is death In L.A., G-Unit posted and Suge left (Fat bitch!) I'm from Detroit, went to Hollis and Hollis niggas is like "Y'all garbage, don't even bother" (Haha) (Woof!) Plus you're over witness, gangstas is mad that 50 made "Wanksta" and wanksta definition is ain't 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, homie, cancel your show respect and act like you know me In songs say Hailie name again and I'm catchin' a jet 9-11 style, to your face and your chest (What) 9-11 style, to your face and your chest It's over nigga, gettin' wet on the set (BRRATT!) [Chorus: Proof] Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like (Woof!) Proof nigga, I'm a wolf Now you all shook About to get your 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'm a wolf Now you all shook About to get your brain pushed back [Outro: Proof] Ha! I ain't even talkin' no mo' I can't believe my name came out yo' hoe ass mouth, nigga Talkin' 'bout, like "we gave it to Proof" Your bitch ass was scared to come in that club, nigga You don't hang out there I'ma tell you like this Black Child Chris Gotti, I'm on that ass, word is bond So y'all niggas go get your wannabe street niggas Recruit who you wanna recruit 'Cause I'ma murk all yo' soldiers and recruit your bosses when it's over Nigga, Big Proof, D12 Only 1-63, I left out with scratches, nigga Wait 'till y'all niggas come to the D Oh yea, I'm goin' to New York, I just left Summer Jams, I'll be back and, fuckin' with yo' bitch! Ayo Cookie Monster, come get me, nigga Hoe ass nigga And don't make me really write some shit (*Laughing*)