Ja' In A Bra Lyrics - Singles - Proof

Ja: 

Its Murder, HaHa Its Murder 

We Back Up In This Mother Fucker 

(word to mother) 

Its Murder, Ya'll Know Who We Be 

R.U.L.E I.N.C 

My Nigga Fatal On The Mother Fuckin Ones And Twos 

Holla Back You Bitch As Niggaz 

Ayo Cock Sucka If Ya'll Have Heard Yet This Nigga Changed His 'Loose' 

N I Got Proof.. Yea I Got "Proof" 

*Beat Switch* 

*WOOF* 

Talk: 

You Know My Name Its Like This PROOF 

D12, Sicknotes.. Its War Now!! WOOF!! 

No Prisoners, No Casualties, All My Riders Lets Ride C'MON 

*WOOF* 

Verse 1: 

Word On The Street Is I Murdered This INC 

You Wack With The Hands Not Deservin The Heat 

Ya Nervous In Beef.. Ta Irv And His Peeps 

I Aint Rappin No More I Speak Through The Kurb In The Streets 

Ya Hench Man Is Pissed Ta Get A Poor Job 

That Midget Cookie Monster Hangin From A Door Knob 

Ya'll Lucky I Dont Like Touchin Women 

And Dont Send No Peace Talk Summing With Russel Simmons *WOOF* 

Got The Right Connections 

My Conception, On With Beef, You Sleep 

Your Life Is Deffinately GONE 

Dont Ever Sink At Least A Woof Of Rap 

You'll Need More Than A Bush Attack Ta Push Me Back *WOOF* 

You Think Its Just 50 And Sha 

Listen Up Ja, No Kissin And Now 

Detroit City Wishin You Die 

I Know You Just Wanna Rap And Be Pop 

..But Before Its Said And Dont You Gon' See 'Pac *WOOF* 

Chorus: 

Ya'll Dont Want War.. Ya'll Want Talk 

In The Dark My Dogs All Bark Like WOOF 

PROOF Nigga Im A Wolf 

Now You All Shook.. 

About Ta Get Ya Brain Pushed Back 

Verse 2: 

Chris Gotti.. 

This Nigga Had The Nerve Ta Have 10 Niggaz Sneak Me Juss Ta Get With Me 

Im Only 160.. 

And The Fact Is Murder INC Is DJs & Kittens I Only Walk Out With Scratches 

Wearin A Rolex Shirt.. 

So If Thats Ya Streets Speakin Ya Threats Dont Hurt *Woof* 

You Cowards Do Somethin 'Fore We Do Ours 

I Could Write A Ja Rule Album In Two Hours (Nigga) 

Leave You Dead On Ya Back, Run Ya Pockets Flat 

Like Federal Tax, Put Ya Head On The Rack *Woof* 

Its All Bad Only Thing Good Is Death 

In L.A. G-Unit Posted And Suge Left (Fat Bitch) 

Im From Detroit, Went To Hollis.. 

And Hollis Niggaz Is Like "Ja's Garbage, Dont Even Bother" (HaHa) 

Plus Ya Over Witness Gangstaz Is Mad 

That 50 Made Wanksta N Wanksta' Deffinition Juss AINT TOUGH 

With Pictures N Ya'll Wanna Brawl.. With A Paint Brush 

Paintin His War Marks.. Im Losin My Patients 

It Aint Just.. D12 And Obie Homie 

Cancel Ya Shows, Respect And Act Like You Know Me 

Its Songs With Hailie' Name Again And Im Catchin A Jet 

9/11 Style To Ya Face And Ya Chest 

9/11 Style.. To Ya Face And Ya Chest 

Its Over Nigga Gettin Wet On They Set 

Bllaaaaah 

Chorus: 

Ya'll Dont Want War.. Ya'll Want Talk 

In The Dark My Dogs All Bark Like WOOF 

PROOF Nigga Im A Wolf 

Now You All Shook.. 

About Ta Get Ya Brain Pushed Back (x2) 

Talk: 

Ha.. I Aint Even Talkin No More 

I Cant Believe My Name Came Out Your Hoe Ass Mouth Nigga 

Talkin Bout.. Like "We Gave It To Proof" 

Your Bitch Ass Was Scared To Come In That Club Nigga 

Ya'll Aint Got That.. 

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

Im On That Ass Nigga, Word Is Born 

So Ya'll Niggaz Go Get Ya Wanna-be Street Niggaz 

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 Niggaz Come To The D' 

Oh Ya'll Want New York.. I Just Love (?) I'll Be Back 

Fuckin With Ya Bitch.. 

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

hahaha And Dont Make Me Really Write Some Shit haha