Proof - Ja' In A Bra Lyrics

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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*

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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

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