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Loose Change (50, Shady Aftermath, Dre Diss) Lyrics

Loose Change (50, Shady Aftermath, Dre Diss) by Ja Rule  

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Loose Change (50, Shady Aftermath, Dre Diss) loose change" by ja

ja-rule talkin'/yellin':
these faggot a$$ n*ggas, ay yo buck, word to mutha
yo they had young malcolm silenced too long baby!!! they can't f**kin'
hold me down nigguh!!! tha f**k these n*ggas thought?!
it's tha i-n-c n*ggas, it's murda. m.i.b. n*gga. murda inc boss!
muthaf**kas! ja-rule. (laughs) ayo buck. turn this sh*t up in my
muthaf**kin' head phones. turn me up n*ggas.
f**k these faggats. (laughs) it's real n*gga. yeah, it's real.
ayo word ta motha- f*ck you loose change!!! you faggot!!!
feminem ima set you straight, you b!tch!!!

how many n*ggas holdin' heat like rule? side arm, barrel in mouth
blow ya head out from tha south
& then if little j get ta airin' you out
& if there's any change, left, i'll toss ya on down ta tha west
& let tha row ride down on ya, ka-lee-fawn-nya(very 2pac-est)
'love is whut you craved' shown on your grave
it's gon' read, hear lies 50, who snitched on meinie
that half a dollar that nickled & dimed & dapped like penny
& murda inc. will send their deepest condolences & sympathies
to aftermath & shady, interscope & jimmy
iovine, ya know, your team, they really some pee ons
gettin' peed on & leant on.
i'm talkin' 'bout faggot ass gay dre young
& she tooold me-all about how you used to take transvestites home
& occasionally wear thongs
no wonder feminem be cross dressin' in pumps & tight little dresses
my pumps they leave big messes
& i know tha truth hurts when i bus' weapons
betta love tha 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-d-r-e inc. (-- not a typo)
i'm tha rappa that sings, totes guns & blings
& these feds? can't discuss it. just like these violatin'as
usin' these [someone soundin' like irv yells all ova ja's vocals w/ a "f**k you lighty!"] cryin' b!tch to russel like

[beat changes to "made you look"by nas]

'they shootin!' ah chris you shook
& got bust rhymin' tha same old hook like
'they shootin'!' i ain't shoot up ya land
i oughta put ya in tha corona van
like my nigga jay ta *mwaa* [can't make it out]
we should be together like carl when i clap at ya broads
& em whut's tha doo rag for?
you neva gon' have waves, you neva gon' know Black pain
but you gon' be tha 1st white rappa slain
just get your money mayne
tha inc. is runnin' thangs, hide out with loose change
& you nigga, ahm a send you to mommie
ya strict, notice from gotti to hide tha body
& dre, ya day's commin' too. 'cause i got a team of misfits
who squat & handle they business
cuz, ahm shootin! at all ya niggas
& little mo', yu just one of them b**ches
that ain't had a hot song in how long? neva
your betta off with a d!ck in ya mouth. shut up!
em, ya claim ya mutha's a crack head & kim is a known sl*t
so whut's halie gon' be when she grows up?

murrrr-daaaaa!! y'all know whut it is?!
murrrr-daaaaa!! y'all know whut it be?!
murrrr-daaaaa!! y'all know whut it is?!
murrrr-daaaaa!! i-n-c



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