[Ja Rule sample]
It's Murda (Ha-ha-ha)
It's Murda
We back up in this motherfucker! (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, nigga)
R.U.L.E. I.N.C
My nigga Fatal on the mutherfuckin' ones and twos
Holla back, you bitch ass niggas, cocksucker!
Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga 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 bitch, 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 wetter 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!)
It's Murda (Ha-ha-ha)
It's Murda
We back up in this motherfucker! (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, nigga)
R.U.L.E. I.N.C
My nigga Fatal on the mutherfuckin' ones and twos
Holla back, you bitch ass niggas, cocksucker!
Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga 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 bitch, 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 wetter 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!)
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