Ja Rule - It's Murda (freestyle) lyrics

[John Cena]

Aww, you done did it now

Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man!

They not ready - they don't know what's comin man!

Oh we gonna drop this on 'em right here

Y'all ain't ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR NONE OF THIS!

Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the streets

Make unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat

Shocked the world, now I'm standin alone

I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones

You can't help but nod your head to the track

Fuck the watered down rap, we be takin it back

Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it

Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it

Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold

This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold

We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker

Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker

Everything that I be spittin is strong

After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the song

We the monkeywrench, that's gonna ruin your plan

And don't fuck with John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN

[Chorus 2X: Bumpy Knuckles]

With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man

Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man

Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man

I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man

[Tha Trademarc]

We devils - rockin ambient levels

We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals

And cats got one-liners, I drop several

And I think it's funny you choose, losin progress

or runnin in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle

I rip rappers and take responsibility

for makin future hall-of-famers look third rate

Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date

and ride beats, creep through side streets

Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak

Punchlines - man, don't even beg

I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all brusin your leg

You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke

You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quote

I flood tracks like cracks in boats

And pussy rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat

[Chorus]

[Bumpy Knuckles a.k.a. Freddie Foxxx]

TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and see me I'm a beast

MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 I'll leave you in the street

My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet

It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head

Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion

is fuckin with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics

My hands'll break your nose like Mikey Tyson

Fightin in his prime, one rhyme

And I shake up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw

Your face is a coat type raw

And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor

My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor

I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem

I solve you, 357 long nose revolve you

Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you

I'm a bad, bad man

Yeah, check it out

It's Bumpy Knuckles baby

And I want you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON!

[Chorus]