Ja Rule — Loose Change

[Intro] These faggot ass niggas Ayo Buck, word to mother Yo, they had young Malcolm silenced too long, baby They can't fucking hold me down, nigga What the fuck these niggas thought It's the I-N-C, nigga It's Murder M-I-B nigga Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers Ja Rule, haha Ayo Buck Turn this shit up in my motherfucking headphones Turn me up niggas Fuck these faggots, haha It's real nigga, yeah It's real nigga (ayo, word to mother) (Fuck you LOOSE CHANGE, you faggot) Yeah, (FEMINEM I'ma slap the shit out you bitch) Murder Inc., niggas [Verse 1] How many niggas hold they heat like Rule Sidearm, barrel in mouth to blow your head out to the south And let little J get to airing you out And if there's any change left I toss you on down to the west And let (westside) Tha Row ride down on ya California Love is what you crave, so on you grave It's gonna read: "Here lie 50, who snitched on many That half a dollar, that nickel, them dimes, and died like penny" And Murder Inc. will send they deepest condolences and sympathies To Aftermath and Shady, Interscope and Jimmy Iovine Ya know your team they really some peons Gettin peed on and linked on I'm talkin' about faggot ass gay Dre Young And Suge told me all about how you used to take transvestites home And occasionally wear thongs No wonder Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps and tight little dresses My pumps they leave big messes And I know the Truth Hurts when I bust reckless Battle of the sexes, is that a woman or a man? I really don't care to stand, but 50 you gon' get shot again By the M-U-R-E-D-R Inc I'm the rapper that sings, totes guns and blings And these Fed's can't discuss 'em 'Cause Lighty's "Violatin" us, usin' his powderpuff (Fuck you Lighty) cryin' bitch to Russell like: [Beat Switch] [Verse 2] They shootin', ah Chris ya shook And got Bus' rhymin' the same old hook Like, they shootin', I ain't shoot up ya Land I oughta put ya in the coroner van Like my nigga Jada-MUAH! The dandruff Vanquish should be the get away car When I clap at your broads And Em, what's the durag for? You never gon' have waves, you'll never know black pain But you could become the first white rapper slain Just get yo' money, man The Inc. is runnin' thangs, hideout with Loose Change And you nigga, I'ma send you to mommy With strict orders from Gotti to hide the body And Dre, your day's comin' too, 'cause I got a team of misfits That squat and handle they business 'Cause, I'm SHOOTIN', at all y'all niggas And Lil Mo, you just one of them bitches That ain't had a hot song in how long, never Your better off with a dick in your mouth, just shut up Em, you claim your mother's a crackhead And Kim is a known slut So what's Hailie gon' be when she grows up? [Outro] MURDER! Y'all know what it is MURDER! Y'all know what it be MURDER! Y'all know what it is MURDER! I-N-C