Proof - Ja in a Bra lyrics

[Ja Rule Sample] Its murdaaa... hahaha...its murda.. We back up in this motherf**er!!! Its murda... yall know who we be (ayo don't let me catch you!!) R.U.L.E... my n***a Fatal on my 1s, 2s, holla back you b**h a** n***as!! Yo, yo, motherf**in co*ks**er If y'all haven't heard yet that n***a loose 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, Sick Notes! Its war now! Lets man up! (WOOF) No prisoners! No casualties! All my riders lets ride then! CMON! (WOOF) [Verse 1: Proof] Word on the street is I murdered this INC Your wack with your hands, not deserving the heat Your nervous in beef, to Irv and his peeps I ain't rapping no more I speak through the curb in the streets Ya henchman got this b**h to get a poor job That makes the Cookie Monster Hanging from a door knob Ya lucky I don't like touching women And don't send no peace talks Coming through Russel Simmons Got the right connections, mic conceptions Yo, with beef you sleep Your life is definately GONE... Don't ever seep at least a woof of rap You'll need more than a Bush Attack to push me back You think it's just 50 and Sha Listen up Ja, no kissing or not Detroit city wishin you die I know you wanna just rap and be pop But before it's said and done Your gonna see Pac [Hook: Proof] Ya'll don't want war, ya'll want talk In the dark my doggs all bark like ROOF Proof n***a, I'm a wolf Got you all shook About to get your brains pushed back [Verse 2: Proof] Chris Gotti This n***a had the nerve To have 10 n***as sneek me Just to get wit me I'm only 160, and the fact is Murder INC is Dj's and kittens I only walked out with scratches Wearing a Rolex Shirt So if thats your streets speaking Your threats don't hurt You cowards, do something before we do ours I could write a Ja Rule album in two hours Right down on your back, run your pockets flat Like federal tax, put your head on a rack It's so bad, only be good is d**h In LA, G Unit Posted and Suge Left Fat b**h I'm from Detroit, went to holla in Hollis n***as is like "Ja's garbage, don't even bother" Plus your over, gangstas is ? 50 made wa*ksta And wa*ksta's definition is ain't tough With b**hes with ya'll wanna Brawl with a paint brush Painting his war marks I'm losing my patience It ain't just D12 and Obie Homie cancel your shows, respect And act like you know me If you say Hailies name again, I'm catching a jet 911 style, to your face and your chest 911 style, to your face and your chest It's over n***a getting wet on the set [Hook] [Outro: Proof] Ha.. I Ain't Even Talkin No More I Can't Believe My Name Came Out Your Ho Ass Mouth n***a Talkin Bout.. Like "We Gave It To Proof" Your b**h Ass Was Scared To Come In That Club n***a Ya'll Ain't Got That.. Ima Tell You Like This.. Black-Child, Chris Gotti.. Im On That Ass n***a, Word Is Born So Ya'll n***as Go Get Ya Wanna-be Street n***as Recruit Who You Wanna Recruit.. Cus Ima Murk All Ya Soldiers And Recruit Ya Bosses When Its Over n***a Big Proof.. D12.. Only 163.. I Left Out With Scratches n***a Wait Till Ya'll n***as Come To The D' Oh Ya'll Want New York.. I Just left Summer Jam, I'll Be Back F**kin With Ya b**h.. Ayo Cookie Monster.. Come Get Me n***a hahaha Ho Ass n***a Hahaha And Dont Make Me Really Write Some sh** haha