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

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

1]

I'm to get rid of some hoes, it's simple
I'm quick to murder ink with lead and talkin' bout a
Lookit the fuck 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' before the 'd' that's all you on
You on dick, you a regular guy
If Pac was still alive you would get by
All you do is cry, keep it real
Life is than imitating niggaz and eatin' pills
And kind of muthafucka three deals
That another got you, they 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 niggaz hatin', you mouths
just that real niggaz ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out
[Obie
Do-ra-mi, but we don't muhfuckas
So Murder Inc. do ya thing
You've unleashed on a team who expects nothin'
Than R&B from that regime
Regime It's a extreme
Neck and necks with soldiers, Marines
Ja sold his soul to
We've team on the tv screen, chase the greed
Now you've embraced the green
Don't fuck the triple beams
You's a muthafuckin actor slash Pac rapper
Slash 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 Shakur
Don't Jeffery Atkins reinactin' her boy
So I'm click-clackin' toy
and destroy, Shady
Aftermath and Detroit

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

Ja quit playin' it off you're not 2Pac
Don't make me, too hot and not
Shootin' at me, the only shot you got
Ja quit knock 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 don't take you serious nigga you shook you half of a half-way crook, get off X dick, go sing a hook
And you can't the late greal one
And when you gone you only gon' be the late one
please, stick to the script
before the guns stick to the clip, and you ain't shit but a bitch
Fuckin' old ass innocent lookin' senior citizen
Built up, slap you Grimace, all sensitive
a minute, hold on
Is it me or do he look like a banana with and clothes on?
A made man, now how you gonna connect with them short ass arms like a tyrannasaurus rex?
You can scream holler and curse
Go and respond 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 spit at the
What up Gotti and this little war you on
But you ?? the ?? for sucking ??
What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real
Roll like a in the streets they still feel us
It's real business you ain't the concept
You talkin' nonsense to and find press
Contact was by Munsetta in The Source
Threaten at the boss you gon' see me on ya
Now Irv got the nerve to try to on us
But Detroit niggaz ?? and ain't to bust
[Kon
Word to my nigga Bugs, like you get beat up
Stomped unconcious and smacked the heater
This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils with dicks so much that he 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
that little shit you got left to help you eat
You knock Pac's without love to help you sleep
You got shot in your tryin mock Pac
You 'Mockaveli', get your own

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

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

Daddy is Ja taller than me?

No honey, you are the same size...