Proof - Ja in a Bra (Ja Rule Diss) lyrics

It's Murda (Ha ha ha) it's Murda
We back up in this motherfucker! It's Murda
Y'all know who we be
(yeah, ayo don't let me catch you runnin'
From the back of BET either, nigga)
RULE iNC my nigga Fatal on the
Mutherfuckin' ones and twos
Holla back, you bitch ass niggas
Yo, cocksucker if y'all haven't heard yet
That nigga change is loose and I got proof
Get it? "I got 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 wit' me
I'm only 1, 60, and the fact is
Murder Inc is DJs and kittens
I only walked 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) right 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 LA, G-Unit posted and Suge left
(Fat bitch)
I'm from Detroit, went to holla in Hollis
Niggas is like, "Ja's 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 bitches with ya'll wanna brawl
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
If you say Hailie's 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
Y'all ain't got that
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 'til y'all niggas come to the D
Oh, y'all want 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