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(em) - Hailie baby, what do you be when you grow up?
(Hailie) - i don't know, but i don't be like Ja Rules dirty ass kids!
ha ha ha

[Em &
[E] AH-HA! Yeah! C'mon!
G-g-g-g G-Unit!
[H]
[E] here baby, bring daddy his Oscar
[H]
[E] We're shove it up Ja Rule's ass!
[H -

1]

I'm about to get rid of hoes, it's simple
I'm quick to murder ink with lead and bout a pencil
Lookit what the you done got into
I see you found yo niche, you just a bitch wit a
Claimin' you a and you spelled it wrong
You put 'e' the 'd' 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick, you a guy
If Pac was alive you would never get by
All you do is cry, bitch it real
Life is more than imitating and eatin' pills
And kind of muthafucka ruins deals
That another nigga got you, didn't see skills
And I ain't playin', you a gettin' cheated
And Ja Rule be on his cover 'cause he need it
And all you hatin', shut you mouths
just that real niggaz ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out
[Obie
Do-ra-mi, but we don't sing
So Murder Inc. do ya thing
You've unleashed on a team who expects less
Than R&B comin' from that
Regime a little extreme
and necks with soldiers, muhfuckin' Marines
Ja his soul to sing
eye-witness team on the tv screen, chase the greed
Now that you've embraced the
Don't fuck with the beams
You's a muthafuckin actor Pac impersonatin' rapper
Slash Holliday how it happen?
for Repetuar saw him in action
Pac assassination Def Jam him
Told him reinact him, you go
They seen it for sure, I that Afina Shakur
Don't enjoy Jeffery reinactin' her boy
So I'm this toy
Bash and destroy,
Aftermath and Detroit

Do-ra-me,
Don't blame me 'cause you lost boss's spot

Ja quit playin' knock it off not 2Pac
Don't make me, too hot and not
Shootin' at me, with the shot you got
Ja quit playin' it off you're not 2Pac
You'll get poppin' all that shit you pop

2]

Now we can get past the mugs and get to the slugs
To the greivance and the and the intimate hugs
We don't take you serious nigga you you half of a half-way crook, get off X dick, go sing a hook nigga
And you can't replace the late one
And when you gone you only gon' be the fake one
please, stick to the script
before the guns stick to the clip, and Benzino you ain't shit but a
Fuckin' old ass ignorant innocent senior citizen
up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitive
Wait a minute, on
Is it me or do he look a banana with braids and clothes on?
A bitch made man, now how you gonna connect with them short ass arms a tyrannasaurus rex?
You niggaz can holler and curse
Go ahead and respond and pull that pen and pad up ya purse

Slim did it simple to get at the
He told me to let and spit at the gangstas
What up Gotti and little war you pushed on
But you ?? the ?? for sucking ??
What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real
Roll a boss in the streets they still feel us
It's real business you caught the concept
You nonsense to walk and find press
was blown by Munsetta in The Source
Threaten at the boss you see me on ya porch
Now Irv got the to try to serve on us
But Detroit ?? and ain't scurred to bust
Artis]
Word to my nigga Bugs, punks you get beat up
Stomped unconcious and smacked with the
This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the with dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina
Who's ya? Cadillic Pac or that transvestite who dress like a Lil Kim fox, her chest like a little windbox
press tight on the trigger of glock
Swallow that shit you got left to help you eat
You knock Pac's songs without to help you sleep
You got shot in your tryin mock Pac
You 'Mockaveli', get own identity

[Eminem chorus]
Yeah!
Don't you say my little girl's name in a song again!
punk pussy little bitch!
I'll you up boy!
Never! Never in your life!
I'll the shit outchu little muthafuckin bitch!
Hailie can whip your ass!

Trice speaking]
That's muthafuckas
Shay records, whatchu about it?
Fuck Benzino, Ja Rule
Nigga, this Obie Triceright here talkin to you
Ja Rule ass... Yea!
Soul For Real ass...
Nigga Soul For Real,
the nigga from Soul For Real!
Candy ass nigga...
He got a deal now he
You'ont know what's... ass muhfuckas
Get money to all my niggas, man
Trice, D12, G Unit, 50 Cent...
Jade!!!
[50 (laughing)]

Daddy is Ja taller than me?

No honey, you guys are the size...