[Ja Rule Sample]
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 niggaz!!
Yo, yo, motherfuckin cocksucker
If y`all havnt heard yet that nigga 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 shitnotes!
Its war now! Lets man up! (WOOF)
No prisoners! No casualties! All my riders lets ride then! CMON!
(WOOF)
[Verse 1]
Word on the street is that I murda this Inc
Get whacked with the hands not deservin the heatin
There`s nerves in this beef
To Irv and his peeps: I ain`t rappin no mo`
I speak through the curves in the streets
Ya hit`s, man, is weak
Ya did a poor job, that midget Cookie Monster be hangin` from a door knob
Ya lucky I don`t like touchin women
And don`t like no peace, talk somethin` with Russel Simons, (WOOF)
Got the right connections
My perception, ya know, would be beefin, ya life is definatly gone
The ?? 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 in
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]
Yall don`t want war, y`all want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like WOOF!
PROOF, nigga, I`ma WOOF
Now you all SHOOK
I`ma about to getcha brain pushed BACK!
[Verse 2]
CHRIS GOTTI!!
This nigga had the nerve to have ten niggaz sneak me just to get wit me
I`m only 160 and the fact is
I murder niggaz, 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
Bleedin dead on ya back, have ya pockets flat like Federal Tax and
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 `yall garbage, don`t even bother`, (haha)
Plus ya overweight and gangstas is maddening
50 made Wanksta and the definition of wanksta is AINT TOUGH
With pictures of Ja in a braw 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
like ya know me, (hehe)
It zones and its hailin a jet
911 style: to ya face to ya chest
911 style: to ya face to ya chest
It`s over, nigga, gettin wet on the set, BLAU!!!
[Hook] x2
[Outro]
Haha!
I ain`t even talkin no more!
I can`t believe my nig can write yo whole ass out, nigga!
Whatcha talkin about `that we gave ya the proof!`
You scared to come in that club, nigga!
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!
Who would you wanna recruit?
Cause I`ma murd` all you soldiers and recruit ya bosses when this over!
Big Proof! D12! Only a one sixty-three!
I left out with scratches, nigga!
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 fuckin with ya bitch!
A`yo, Cookie Monster: come get me, nigga!
Old ass nigga! *laughs*
*beat stops*
Now don`t make me write some real shit, nigga!
