Ja In A Bra’ lyrics

[Ja Rule sample]
It's Murda (Ha-ha-ha)
It's Murda
We back up in this motherf*cker! (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, n*gga)
R.U.L.E. I.N.C
My n*gga Fatal on the mutherf*ckin' ones and twos
Holla back, you b*tch ass n*ggas, c*cksucker!

Y'all haven't heard yet that n*gga change is loose
And I got proof, get it? I got Proof

[Intro: 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!)

[Verse 1: Proof]
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 b*tch, they did 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 summit with Russell Simmons (Woof!)
Got the right connections, mic conceptions
Yo on with beef you sleep, your life is definitely gone
The wedding singer meets the 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' up, now 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!)
[Chorus: Proof]
Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like (Woof!)
Proof n*gga, I'm a wolf
Now you all shook
About to get (I know [?] [?]) your brain pushed back

[Verse 2: Proof]
Chris Gotti
This n*gga had the nerve to have 10 n*ggas sneak me just to get wit' me
I'm only 1-60 and the fact is
Murder Inc. is DJs and kittens, I only walk out with scratche
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 (n*gga!)
Leave you dead on your back
Run your pockets flat like federal tax, put your head on a rack (Woof!)
It's all bad, only thing good is death
In L.A., G-Unit posted and Suge left (Fat b*tch!)
I'm from Detroit, went to Hollis and Hollis n*ggas is like "Y'all garbage, don't even bother" (Haha) (Woof!)
Plus you're over witness, gangstas is mad that 50 made "Wanksta" and wanksta 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 show respect and act like you know me
In songs say Hailie name again and I'm catchin' a jet
9-11 style, to your face and your chest (What)
9-11 style, to your face and your chest
It's over n*gga, gettin' wet on the set (BRRATT!)
[Chorus: Proof]
Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like (Woof!)
Proof n*gga, I'm a wolf
Now you all shook
About to get your brain pushed back
Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like (Woof!)
Proof n*gga, I'm a wolf
Now you all shook
About to get your brain pushed back

[Outro: Proof]
Ha! I ain't even talkin' no mo'
I can't believe my name came out yo' hoe ass mouth, n*gga
Talkin' 'bout, like "we gave it to Proof"
Your b*tch ass was scared to come in that club, n*gga
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 n*ggas go get your wannabe street n*ggas
Recruit who you wanna recruit
'Cause I'ma murk all yo' soldiers and recruit your bosses when it's over
n*gga, Big Proof, D12
Only 1-63, I left out with scratches, n*gga
Wait 'till y'all n*ggas come to the D
Oh yea, I'm goin' to New York, I just left Summer Jams, I'll be back and, f*ckin' with yo' b*tch!
Ayo Cookie Monster, come get me, n*gga
Hoe ass n*gga
And don't make me really write some sh*t (*Laughing*)