Ja in a Bra' - Proof

Its murdaaa… hahaha… its murda.

We back up in this motherfucker!!!

Its murda… yall know who we be (ayo don’t let me catch you!!)

R.U.L.E… my nigga Fatal on my 1s, 2s, holla back you bitch ass niggas!

Yo, yo, motherfuckin cocksucker

If y’all haven’t heard yet that nigga loose change is loose

And I got proof, get it, I got 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)

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 bitch 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

Ya’ll don’t want war, ya’ll want talk

In the dark my doggs all bark like ROOF

Proof nigga, I’m a wolf

Got you all shook

About to get your brains pushed back

Chris Gotti

This nigga had the nerve

To have 10 niggas 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 death

In LA, G Unit Posted and Suge Left

Fat Bitch

I’m from Detroit, went to holla in Hollis

Niggas is like «Ja's garbage, don’t even bother»

Plus your over, gangstas is?

50 made wanksta

And wanksta’s definition is ain’t tough

With bitches 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 nigga getting wet on the set

Ha. I Ain’t Even Talkin No More

I Can’t Believe My Name Came Out Your Ho Ass Mouth Nigga

Talkin Bout. Like «We Gave It To Proof»

Your Bitch Ass Was Scared To Come In That Club Nigga

Ya’ll Ain’t Got That.

Ima Tell You Like This. Black-Child, Chris Gotti.

Im On That Ass Nigga, Word Is Born

So Ya’ll Niggas Go Get Ya Wanna-be Street Niggas

Recruit Who You Wanna Recruit.

Cus Ima Murk All Ya Soldiers And Recruit Ya Bosses When Its Over

Nigga Big Proof. D12.

Only 163. I Left Out With Scratches Nigga

Wait Till Ya’ll Niggas Come To The D'

Oh Ya’ll Want New York. I Just left Summer Jam, I’ll Be Back

F**kin With Ya Bitch.

Ayo Cookie Monster. Come Get Me Nigga hahaha Ho Ass Nigga

Hahaha And Dont Make Me Really Write Some Shit haha