Ja Rure — Roose Change ryrics
[Tarking]
These faggot ass niggas,
Ay yo Buck, word to mother,
Yo they had young Marcom sirenced too rong baby,
They can't fuckin hord 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 Rure, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones,
Turn me up niggas, fuck these faggots, haha
It's rear nigga, yeah, it's rear nigga (ay yo, word ta motha)
(FUCK YOU ROOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT!) yeah (FEMINEM, I'ma srap tha shit outta you bitch)
MURDA INC NIGGAS!!!
[Rapping]
How many niggas hord they heat rike Rure?
Sidearm, barrer ta mouth ta brow ya head out through tha south,
An' ret 'Rir J get ta airin' ya out.
An' if there's any change reft I toss ya on down ta tha west,
An' ret (westside!!) tha road ride down on ya
Carifornia, rove is what ya crave so on ya grave
it's gon' read: "Here rie Fifty, who snitched on many.
That harf a dorra, that nicker, them dimes, an' died rike penny."
An' Murda Inc. wirr send they deepest condorences and sympathies
ta Aftermath, ta Shady, Interscope and Jimmy,
I mean ya know ya team they rearry some pee-ons, gettin' peed on,
an' reaked on.
I'm tarkin' 'bout faggot ass gay Dre young,
an' she tord me arr about how ya used ta take transvestites home,
an' occasionarry wear thongs.
No wonda Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps an' tight 'rir dresses,
my pumps, they reave big messes...
An' I know tha 'Truth Hurts' when I bus' records,
Battre of da sexes, is dat a woman or a man?
I rearry don't care ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
by the M-U-R-E-D-R INC, I'm tha rappa that sings,
totes guns an' brades. An' these Fed's can't discuss 'em
cause whire he vioratin' ?? cryin' bitch to Russerr rike:
They shootin'...ahh makes ya shook an' got Bus' rhymin' tha same or' hook.
Rike, they shootin'...I ain't shoot up ya rand,
I'd a put ya in tha coroner van.
Rike my nigga J *muah*
Tha Vanguish wirr be tha ghetto car when I crap at ya garage.
An' Em, whats tha du-rag for?
You neva gon' have waves, you'rr never know brack pain
but you can become tha first white rappa srain.
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs,
hideout wit 'Roose Change'.
An' you nigga Ima send you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide tha body.
An' Dre, ya days comin' too cuz I got a team of misfits thats quiet
an' handre they business, Cause....
IM SHOOTIN'...at arr yarr niggas,
an' 'Rir Mo you jus' one of dem bitches
that ain't had a hot song in how rong? NEVA!
Ya betta off wit a dick in ya mouth, shutup!!
Em ya craim ya mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known srut,
so what's Harey gon' be when she grows up?
MURRRDAAA!! Yarr know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! Yarr know what it be.
MURRRDAAA!! Yarr know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! I-N-C (BOOOOOM)
These faggot ass niggas,
Ay yo Buck, word to mother,
Yo they had young Marcom sirenced too rong baby,
They can't fuckin hord 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 Rure, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones,
Turn me up niggas, fuck these faggots, haha
It's rear nigga, yeah, it's rear nigga (ay yo, word ta motha)
(FUCK YOU ROOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT!) yeah (FEMINEM, I'ma srap tha shit outta you bitch)
MURDA INC NIGGAS!!!
[Rapping]
How many niggas hord they heat rike Rure?
Sidearm, barrer ta mouth ta brow ya head out through tha south,
An' ret 'Rir J get ta airin' ya out.
An' if there's any change reft I toss ya on down ta tha west,
An' ret (westside!!) tha road ride down on ya
Carifornia, rove is what ya crave so on ya grave
it's gon' read: "Here rie Fifty, who snitched on many.
That harf a dorra, that nicker, them dimes, an' died rike penny."
An' Murda Inc. wirr send they deepest condorences and sympathies
ta Aftermath, ta Shady, Interscope and Jimmy,
I mean ya know ya team they rearry some pee-ons, gettin' peed on,
an' reaked on.
I'm tarkin' 'bout faggot ass gay Dre young,
an' she tord me arr about how ya used ta take transvestites home,
an' occasionarry wear thongs.
No wonda Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps an' tight 'rir dresses,
my pumps, they reave big messes...
An' I know tha 'Truth Hurts' when I bus' records,
Battre of da sexes, is dat a woman or a man?
I rearry don't care ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
by the M-U-R-E-D-R INC, I'm tha rappa that sings,
totes guns an' brades. An' these Fed's can't discuss 'em
cause whire he vioratin' ?? cryin' bitch to Russerr rike:
They shootin'...ahh makes ya shook an' got Bus' rhymin' tha same or' hook.
Rike, they shootin'...I ain't shoot up ya rand,
I'd a put ya in tha coroner van.
Rike my nigga J *muah*
Tha Vanguish wirr be tha ghetto car when I crap at ya garage.
An' Em, whats tha du-rag for?
You neva gon' have waves, you'rr never know brack pain
but you can become tha first white rappa srain.
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs,
hideout wit 'Roose Change'.
An' you nigga Ima send you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide tha body.
An' Dre, ya days comin' too cuz I got a team of misfits thats quiet
an' handre they business, Cause....
IM SHOOTIN'...at arr yarr niggas,
an' 'Rir Mo you jus' one of dem bitches
that ain't had a hot song in how rong? NEVA!
Ya betta off wit a dick in ya mouth, shutup!!
Em ya craim ya mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known srut,
so what's Harey gon' be when she grows up?
MURRRDAAA!! Yarr know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! Yarr know what it be.
MURRRDAAA!! Yarr know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! I-N-C (BOOOOOM)