[Tupac Get on knees nigga Get on your and pray, haha
(*scratching*)
[Ja from +Loose Change+] Em you claim your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known So what's gonna be when she grows up
[Intro - Eminem - + (Hailie) (*echo*) A ha C'mon, G-G-G-G-UNIT! (what?) Come here Bring daddy his (okay) Where gonna shove up Ja ass (*laughing*)
[Verse 1 - McVay] I'm about to get rid of some hoes, simple I'm quick to Murder Inc. with lead and I talkin about a pencil Look at the fuck you done got into I see you found your niche you a bitch with a menstrual Claimin you a and spelt it wrong You put "E" the "D" because that's all you on You on Pac's (bitch), you a replica guy (*gunshots fired*) If he was alive, you would never get by (for real) All you do is cry, bitch it real Life is more than niggaz and eatin pills And what kinda motherfucker ruins three That another got you, they didn't see skills And I ain't playin, you a gettin cheated And Ja Rule be prayin on his cause he need it (2Pac: Get on knees and pray) And all you niggaz hatin, shut mouths It's the real niggaz ain't buyin that shit y'all put out
[Verse 2 - Obie Doe Rae Me, but we don't sing So Murder Inc. do thing motherfuckers You unleashed on a Who expects nothin less than R & B from that regime Regime, is a extreme That some soldiers, motherfuckin Marines Ja his soul to sing Weave our witness team on the TV the greed, now that you embraced the green Don't with them triple beams You's a motherfuckin actor Pac impersonatin rapper Billy Holiday, how it happen? Artists and repertoire saw him in Pac assassination, Def Jam 'em 'em reenact 'em, you go platinum They seen it for sure, I know Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Atkins reenactin her boy So I'm clackin the toy, mash and destroy (*gun cocked and fired*) Shady Aftermath in Detroit motherfucker (*gunshots*)
[Chorus - - w/ ad libs Doe ray me, you fly so latte da, don't me Cause you up, lost your spot I'm a stay on my side of my Ja playin, knock it off you're not Tupac hate me cause you hot and your not goin at me The only you got Ja quit knock it off you're not Tupac And get popped like all that you pop
C'MON!
[Verse 3 - Now we can past the mean mugs, get to the slugs 'Til the grievance and the cryin and the hugs We don't you serious nigga, you shook You half of a crook Get off X's dick go sing a 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 to the clip And you ain't shit but a bitch Fuckin old ass ignorant lookin senior citizen Built up you like Grandmas all sensitive a minute hold on (what's up?) Is it me or do we look like a banana with and clothes on (*laughing*) A bitch "Made Man", now how you gonna With those short ass like a Tyrannosaurus Rex You niggaz could scream and curse Go ahead, respond and pull pen and pad up outta your purse
4 - Proof] Slim didn't send Proof to get +Wankstas+ He told me to let loose and spit at the up Gotti and this little war you pushed on Put your ear to the ground for stuckin Bridgestones What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with niggaz? like a boss in the streets they still feel us It's real business, ain't caught the concept (bitch) the talk get nonsense to walk in bomb threats Contacts was by Benzetta in The Source Threatin at the boss you gonna see me on your Now Irv got the nerve to try to on us But Detroit heard and they ain't scurred to bust
5 - Kon Artis] Yo, props to my Bugz, punks like you get beat up Stomped unconscious and smacked with the This rap cookie get jabbed in the tonsils with dicks So much that he be fixed with a vagina Who's ya? Cadillac Pac or the transvestite that like a Lil' Kim fox Your chest like a wooden box When I tight on the trigger of this glock That's all the little shit you got left to help you eat Your not souls, without laws we'll help you sleep You got in your video tryin to mock Pac You Mockaveli, get your own (*gunshots fired*)
[Eminem - talking over the Don't you say my little girl's name in a song again punk, pussy, bitch I'll you up boy Never, never in your motherfuckin Smack the shit out you little motherfuckin Hailie will your motherfuckin ass
- Obie Trice - talking] Yeah, that's motherfuckers Shady Records, you know about? Benzino Fuck Ja Rule, This is Obie Trice right talkin to you motherfuckers Ja Rule ass Yeah, fuckin Soul 4 ass, nigga that's Soul 4 Real That's the nigga from Soul 4 Candy ass nigga He got a deal now he He know what's .. ass motherfuckers Give money to all my real man Obie Trice, D-12, 50 Cent, Hailie (*echo*) (*laughing*)
Daddy is Ja taller than me?
No honey you guys are the same