[Sample: Ja Rule]
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, n***a)
R.U.L.E. I.N.C
My n***a Fatal on the mutherfuckin' ones and twos
Holla back, you bitch ass n***as, cocksucker!

Y'all haven't heard yet that n***a 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 Russel 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!)
[Hook: Proof]
Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like (Woof!)
Proof n***a, I'm a wolf now you all shook
About to get your brains pushed back

[Verse 2: Proof]
Chris Gotti, this n***a had the nerve to have 10 n***as 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***a!),
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 bitch!)
I'm from Detroit, went to Hollis and Hollis
N***as is like, "Y'all garbage, don't even bother" (Haha) (Woof!)
Plus you're over witness, gangstas is mad
That 50 made "Wanksta" and wanksta 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***a, 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***a, 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***a
Talkin' 'bout like, "We gave it to Proof!"
Your bitch ass was scared to come in that club n***a
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***as go get your wannabe street n***as
Recruit who you wanna recruit
'Cause I'ma murk all yo' soldiers and recruit your bosses when it's over
N***a Big Proof, D12
Only 163, I left out with scratches n***a
Wait 'till y'all n***as come to the D
Oh yea, I'm going to New York I just left Summer Jams
I'll be back and fuckin' with yo' bitch!
Ayo Cookie Monster come get me n***a!,,
Hoe ass n***a
And don't make me really write some shit (*Laughing*)