Ja In A Bra’ (Original)

Lyrics

[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 Russel Simmons (Woof!) Got the right connections, mic conceptions Yo on with beef you sleep, your life is definitely gone The wеtter singer meets the woof of rap You'll need morе 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!) [Hook: 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 brains 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 160 and the fact is Murder Inc. is DJs and kittens, 'cause I only walk out with scratches 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 so 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 shows, respect and act like you know me In songs say Hailie name again and I'm catchin' a jet 911 style, to your face and your chest 911 style, to your face and your chest It's over nigga, gettin' wet on the set (BRRATT!) [Hook x2: 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 brains 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 163, I left out with scratches nigga Wait 'till y'all niggas come to the D Oh yea, I'm going 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*)