Loose Change lyrics

[Talking]
These faggot ass niggas,
Ay yo Buck, word to mother,
Yo they had young Malcom silenced too long baby,
They can`t fuckin hold me down nigga,
What the fuck these niggas thought,
It`s the I-N-C nigga, it`s murder,
M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
Ja Rule, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones,
Turn me up niggas, fuck these faggots, haha
It`s real nigga, yeah, it`s real nigga (ay yo, word ta motha)
(FUCK YOU LOOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT!) yeah (FEMINEM ??)
MURDA INC NIGGAS!!!

[Rapping]
How many niggas 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 faggot ass 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 sexes, 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-D-E-R INC, I`m tha rappa that sings,
totes guns anc1