Ja In Bra`

LETRA

Ja In Bra`

[Ja Rule]
Its murdaaa... hahaha...its murda...
We back up in this motherfuc***
Its murda... y'all know who we be (ayo don't let me catch you!)
R.U.L.E.I.N.C... my ni*** Fatal on my motherfuc*** 1s 'n' 2s,
Holla back you bitch ass niggaz!
Yo, yo, cocksucker
If y'all havnt heard yet that ni*** 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, ni***, I'ma WOLF
Now you all SHOOK
About to getcha brain pushed BACK!

[Verse 2]
CHRIS GOTTI!
This ni*** 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 ni*** 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, ni***, 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, ni***, 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, ni***!
Whatcha talkin about 'that we gave ya the proof!'
Yo bitchass is scared to come in that club, ni***!
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, ni***!
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 fuc*** with ya bitch!
A'yo, Cookie Monster: come get me, ni***!
Old ass ni***! *laughs*
*beat stops*
And don't make me really write some shit, ni***!