Ja Rule Loose Change Lyrics

[Talking]
These f__got a__ n____s,
Ay yo Buck, word to mother,
Yo they had young Malcom silenced too long baby,
They can't f___in hold me down n____,
What the f___ these n____s thought,
It's the I-N-C n____, it's murder,
M-I-B n____, Murder Inc. Bosses, m_________ers,
Ja Rule, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn this s___ up in my m_________in headphones,
Turn me up n____s, f___ these f__gots, haha
It's real n____, yeah, it's real n____ (ay yo, word ta motha)
(f___ YOU LOOSE CHANGE, YOU f__GOT!) yeah (FEMINEM, I'ma slap tha s___ outta you b____)
MURDA INC n____S!!!

[Rapping]
How many n____s hold they heat like Rule?
Sidearm, barrel ta mouth ta blow ya head out through tha south,
An' let 'Lil J get ta airin' ya out.
An' if there's any change left I toss ya on down ta tha west,
An' let (westside!!) tha road ride down on ya
California, love is what ya crave so on ya grave
it's gon' read: "Here lie Fifty, who snitched on many.
That half a dolla, that nickel, them dimes, an' died like penny."
An' Murda Inc. will send they deepest condolences and sympathies
ta Aftermath, ta Shady, Interscope and Jimmy,
I mean ya know ya team they really some pee-ons, gettin' peed on,
an' leaked on.
I'm talkin' 'bout f__got a__ gay Dre young,
an' she told me all about how ya used ta take transvestites home,
an' occasionally wear thongs.
No wonda Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps an' tight 'lil dresses,
my pumps, they leave big messes...
An' I know tha 'Truth Hurts' when I bus' records,
Battle of da s__es, is dat a woman or a man?
I really don't care ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
by the M-U-R-E-D-R INC, I'm tha rappa that sings,
totes guns an' blades. An' these Fed's can't discuss 'em
cause while he violatin' ?? cryin' b____ to Russell like:
They shootin'...ahh makes ya shook an' got Bus' rhymin' tha same ol' hook.
Like, they shootin'...I ain't shoot up ya land,
I'd a put ya in tha coroner van.
Like my n____ J *muah*
Tha Vanguish will be tha ghetto car when I clap at ya garage.
An' Em, whats tha du-rag for?
You neva gon' have waves, you'll never know black pain
but you can become tha first white rappa slain.
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs,
hideout wit 'Loose Change'.
An' you n____ Ima send you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide tha body.
An' Dre, ya days comin' too cuz I got a team of misfits thats quiet
an' handle they business, Cause....
IM SHOOTIN'...at all yall n____s,
an' 'Lil Mo you jus' one of dem b____es
that ain't had a hot song in how long? NEVA!
Ya betta off wit a d___ in ya mouth, shutup!!
Em ya claim ya mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known s___,
so what's Haley gon' be when she grows up?

MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it be.
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! I-N-C (BOOOOOM)