"Ja In A Bra'" lyrics

[Sample - Ja Rule:]
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
Yo, cocksucker
Y'all haven't heard yet, that nigga change is loose
And I got proof
Get it? I got Proof

[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!)

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 to get 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
Comin' through Russel Simmons (Woof!)
Got the right connections, mic conceptions
Yo, with beef you sleep
Your life is definitely gone
Don't ever seep at least a 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' or not
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!)

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

Chris Gotti
This nigga had the nerve
To have 10 niggas sneak me
Just to get with' 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 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 down on your back, run your pockets flat
Like federal tax, put your head on a rack (Woof!)
It's so bad, only be 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" (Ha ha ha) (Woof!)
Plus your over witness, gangstas is mad
That 50 made "Wanksta" and wanksta's 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

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
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

Ha! I ain't even talkin' no more
I can't believe my name came out yo' ho ass mouth nigga
Talkin' 'bout like, "We gave it to Proof"
Yo' 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 ya 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 New York I just left Summer Jam
I'll be back fuckin' with yo' bitch!
Ayo Cookie Monster come get me nigga,
Ho ass nigga
And don't make me really write some shit