[Tupac Get on your knees Get on your and pray, haha
(*scratching*)
[Ja Rule from +Loose Em you your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut So what's Hailie be when she grows up
[Intro - - talking] + (Hailie) (*echo*) A ha C'mon, G-G-G-G-UNIT! (what?) Come baby Bring his Oscar (okay) gonna shove up Ja Rule's ass (*laughing*)
[Verse 1 - McVay] I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's 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 your niche you just a bitch with a menstrual Claimin you a murderer and spelt it You put "E" before the "D" that's all you on You on dick (bitch), you a replica guy (*gunshots fired*) If he was still alive, you never get by (for real) All you do is cry, keep it real is more than imitatin niggaz and eatin pills And what kinda motherfucker ruins deals That another got you, they didn't see skills And I ain't playin, you a brother gettin And Ja Rule be prayin on his color cause he it (2Pac: Get on your and pray) And all you niggaz hatin, your mouths It's just the real niggaz ain't buyin that shit put out
[Verse 2 - Obie Doe Rae Me, but we don't sing So Murder Inc. do your thing You on a team Who expects nothin less than R & B comin from that Regime, is a little That connect some soldiers, motherfuckin Ja sold his to sing our witness team on the TV screen Chased the greed, now you embraced the green Don't with them triple beams You's a motherfuckin actor slash Pac rapper Slash Billy Holiday, how it Artists and saw him in action Pac assassination, Def Jam 'em Told 'em reenact 'em, you go They seen it for sure, I know that Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins her boy So I'm click clackin the toy, and destroy (*gun cocked and fired*) Shady slash Aftermath in Detroit (*gunshots*)
[Chorus - - w/ ad libs Doe ray me, you fly so da, don't blame me you washed up, lost your spot I'm a stay on my side of my Ja quit playin, knock it off you're not Don't hate me cause you hot and not goin at me The shot you got Ja quit playin knock it off you're not And get popped like all shit you pop
C'MON!
[Verse 3 - Now we can skip 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 of a halfway crook Get off X's dick go sing a nigga And you can't the late great one And when you gone you only be the late fake one Nigga please, to the script Before the stick to the clip And Benzino you shit but a bitch Fuckin old ass innocent lookin senior citizen Built up slap you Grandmas all sensitive Wait a hold on (what's up?) Is it me or do we look like a with braids and clothes on (*laughing*) A bitch "Made Man", now how you gonna With short ass arms like a Tyrannosaurus Rex You niggaz could scream and curse Go ahead, respond and pull that pen and pad up your purse
4 - Proof] Slim didn't send Proof to get into He told me to let and spit at the gangstas What up Gotti and this little war you on Put your ear to the ground for stuckin your What's wrong? Didn't we strong with real niggaz? Roll a boss in the streets they still feel us It's real business, y'all ain't the concept (bitch) When the get nonsense to walk in bomb threats Contacts was by Benzetta in The Source Threatin at the boss you gonna see me on porch Now Irv got the to try to serve on us But Detroit niggaz heard and they scurred to bust
[Verse 5 - Kon Yo, props to my nigga Bugz, like you get beat up Stomped and smacked with the heater This rap cookie monster get jabbed in the tonsils with So much he should be fixed with a vagina Who's ya? Cadillac Pac or the that dressed like a Lil' Kim fox Your chest like a wooden box When I press on the trigger of this glock right 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 - over the Chorus] you never say my little girl's name in a song again Fuckin punk, pussy, I'll you up boy Never, never in motherfuckin life the shit out you little motherfuckin midget Hailie will whip motherfuckin ass
[Outro - Obie - talking] Yeah, that's motherfuckers Shady Records, what you about? Fuck Fuck Ja Rule, This is Obie Trice right here to you motherfuckers Ja Rule ass Yeah, fuckin Soul 4 Real ass, nigga that's 4 Real That's the nigga Soul 4 Real Candy ass nigga He got a now he rappin He don't what's .. Faggot ass Give to all my real niggas man Obie Trice, D-12, 50 Cent, Hailie (*echo*) (*laughing*)
Daddy is Ja taller than me?
No honey you guys are the size