Murder Inc. Records - Loose Change lyrics

[Intro - Ja Rule - talking] These f*ggot a** n***as A yo Buck, word to mother Yo, they had young Malcolm silenced too long, baby They can't f**ing hold me down n***a What the f** these n***as thought It's the I-N-C n***a It's Murder M-I-B n***a Murder Inc. Bosses, motherf**ers Ja Rule, haha A yo Buck Turn this sh** up in my motherf**ing headphones Turn me up n***as f** these f*ggots, haha It's real n***a, yeah It's real n***a (a yo, word to mother) (f** you LOOSE CHANGE, you f*ggot) Yeah, (FEMINEM I'm a slap the sh** out you b**h) Murder Inc., n***as [Verse 1] How many n***as 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) the road 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 f*ggot a** 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 s**es, is that a woman or a man? I really don't care to stand, but 50 you gonna 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 (f** you man) cryin b**h to Russell like: (*beat changes over to Nas' "Made You Look"*) [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'd a put ya in the coroner van Like my n***a J (*kissing sound*) That can't defend what should be the get away car When I clap at your broads And Em, what's the doo-rag for? You never gonna have braids, 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 n***a, I'm a 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 n***as And Lil Mo, you're just one of them b**hes That ain't had a hot song in how long, never Your better off with a dick in your mouth, just shut up (*beat stops*) Em, you claim your mother's a crackhead And Kim is a known s*ut So what's Hailie gonna be when she grows up (*beat starts up again*) [Outro - Ja Rule - yelling] 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 (*crashing noise*)