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(em) - Hailie baby, what do you be when you grow up?
(Hailie) - i don't know, but i wanna 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 gonna shove it up Ja ass!
[H -

1]

I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's
I'm to murder ink with lead and talkin' bout a pencil
what the fuck you done got into
I see you found yo niche, you a bitch wit a menstrol
you a murderer and you spelled it wrong
You put 'e' before the 'd' that's all you on
You on Pac's dick, you a guy
If Pac was still you would never get by
All you do is cry, keep it real
Life is more than niggaz and eatin' pills
And kind of muthafucka three deals
That another nigga got you, they see skills
And I ain't playin', you a brother gettin'
And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover he need it
And all you niggaz hatin', shut you
It's just real niggaz ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out
Trice]
Do-ra-mi, but we don't muhfuckas
So Inc. do ya thing muhfuckas
You've on a team who expects nothin' less
Than R&B comin' that regime
It's a little extreme
Neck and necks soldiers, muhfuckin' Marines
Ja his soul to sing
We've eye-witness team on the tv screen, the greed
Now that you've the green
Don't fuck the triple beams
You's a muthafuckin actor slash Pac rapper
Billie Holliday how it happen?
Artist for Repetuar saw him in
Pac Def Jam grabbed him
Told him him, you go platinum
They seen it for sure, I know that Afina
Don't enjoy Jeffery reinactin' her boy
So I'm this toy
Bash and destroy,
Aftermath and muthafuckas

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

Ja playin' knock it off you're not 2Pac
Don't make me, too hot and not
at me, with the only 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 the mean mugs and get to the slugs
To the greivance and the cryin' and the intimate
We take you serious nigga you shook you half of a half-way crook, get off X dick, go sing a hook nigga
And you can't replace the greal one
And when you gone you gon' be the late fake one
Nigga please, stick to the
before the guns stick to the clip, and Benzino you shit but a bitch
old ass ignorant innocent lookin' senior citizen
Built up, slap you Grimace, all sensitive
Wait a minute, on
Is it me or do he look like a banana with braids and on?
A bitch made man, now how you gonna with them short ass arms like a tyrannasaurus rex?
You can scream holler and curse
Go ahead and and pull that pen and pad up outta ya purse

Slim did it to get at the wankstas
He told me to let loose and at the gangstas
What up Gotti and this war you pushed on
But you ?? the ?? for your ??
What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real
like a boss in the streets they still feel us
It's real you ain't caught the concept
You talkin' nonsense to walk and find
Contact was blown by Munsetta in The
Threaten at the you gon' see me on ya porch
Now Irv got the nerve to try to on us
But Detroit niggaz ?? and ain't scurred to
[Kon
Word to my nigga Bugs, like you get beat up
Stomped and smacked with the heater
This rap cookie monster jabbed in the tonsils with dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina
Who's behind ya? Cadillic Pac or that transvestite who dress like a Lil Kim fox, her chest like a little
press tight on the trigger of this
Swallow that shit you got left to help you eat
You knock songs without love to help you sleep
You got in your video tryin mock Pac
You 'Mockaveli', get own identity

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

Trice speaking]
That's right
Shay records, know about it?
Fuck Benzino, Ja Rule
Nigga, this Obie here talkin to you muthafuckas
Ja Rule ass... Yea!
Fuckin Soul For ass...
Nigga that's For Real,
That the from Soul For Real!
Rain ass nigga...
He got a deal now he
know what's... faggot 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 are the same size...