Loose Change 50 Shady Aftermath Dre Diss lyrics

loose change` by ja

ja-rule talkin`/yellin`:
these faggot ass n*ggas, ay yo buck, word to mutha
yo they had young malcolm silenced too long baby!!! they can`t fuckin`
hold me down nigga!!! tha fuck these n*ggas thought?!
it`s tha i-n-c n*ggas, it`s murda. m.i.b. n*gga. murda inc bosters!
muthafuckas! ja-rule. (laughs) ayo buck. turn this shit up in my
muthafuckin` head phones. turn me up n*ggas.
fuck these faggats. (laughs) it`s real n*gga. yeah, it`s real.
ayo word ta motha- fuck you loose change!!! you faggot!!!
feminem ima set you straight, you bitch!!!

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-e-r inc.
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 `fuck 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 bitches
that ain`t had a hot song in how long? neva
your betta off with a dick in ya mouth. shut up!
em, ya claim ya mutha`s a crack head & kim is a known slut
so whut`s halie gon` be when she grows up?

murrrr-daaaaa!! y`all know what it is?!
murrrr-daaaaa!! y`all know what it be?!
murrrr-daaaaa!! y`all know what it is?!
murrrr-daaaaa!! i-n-c
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