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proof - ja in a bra' (original) lyrics

[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 kn+b
y’all lucky i don’t like touchin’ women
and don’t send no peace talks summit with russel simmons (woof!)
got the right connections, mic conceptions
yo on with beef you sleep, your life is definitely gone
the wеtter singer meets the woof of rap
you’ll need morе 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!)
[hook: 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 brains 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 160 and the fact is
murder inc. is djs and kittens, ’cause i only walk 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 (n+gga!)
leave you dead on your back
run your pockets flat like federal tax, put your head on a rack (woof!)
it’s so 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 “w+nksta” and w+nksta 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 shows, respect and act like you know me
in songs say hailie 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 n+gga, gettin’ wet on the set (brratt!)
[hook x2: 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 brains 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 163, i left out with scratches n+gga
wait ’till y’all n+ggas come to the d
oh yea, i’m going 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+)

- proof lyrics

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