[Tupac Get on knees nigga Get on your and pray, haha
(*scratching*)
[Ja Rule from Change+] Em you your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut So what's gonna be when she grows up
[Intro - - talking] + (Hailie) (*echo*) A ha C'mon, G-G-G-G-UNIT! (what?) Come baby Bring daddy his (okay) gonna shove up Ja Rule's ass (*laughing*)
[Verse 1 - Swifty I'm about to get rid of some hoes, simple I'm quick to Murder Inc. with lead and I ain't talkin about a Look at what the you done got into I see you found your you just a bitch with a menstrual Claimin you a murderer and 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 still alive, you would get by (for real) All you do is cry, bitch it real Life is more than imitatin niggaz and pills And what kinda motherfucker ruins deals That another nigga got you, they didn't see And I playin, you a brother gettin cheated And Ja Rule be prayin on his color he need it (2Pac: Get on knees and pray) And all you niggaz hatin, shut mouths just 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 your thing You unleashed on a Who expects less than R & B comin from that regime 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 that you the green Don't fuck them triple beams You's a motherfuckin slash Pac impersonatin rapper Billy Holiday, how it happen? Artists and saw him in action 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 click clackin the toy, mash and destroy (*gun and fired*) slash Aftermath in Detroit motherfucker (*gunshots*)
[Chorus - Eminem] - w/ ad Doe ray me, you fly so da, don't blame me Cause you up, lost your spot I'm a stay on my side of my Ja quit playin, it off you're not Tupac Don't hate me cause you hot and your not at me The only you got Ja quit playin knock it off you're not And get like all that shit you pop
C'MON!
3 - Kuniva] Now we can skip the mean mugs, get to the slugs 'Til the grievance and the cryin and the hugs We take you serious nigga, you shook You half of a halfway Get off X's dick go sing a nigga And you can't the late great one And when you gone you only gon' be the fake one Nigga please, to the script Before the guns stick to the And you ain't shit but a bitch Fuckin old ass innocent lookin senior citizen Built up slap you like Grandmas all Wait a minute on (what's up?) Is it me or do we look like a banana with braids and on (*laughing*) A "Made Man", now how you gonna connect With those ass arms like a Tyrannosaurus Rex You could scream holla and curse Go ahead, and pull that pen and pad up outta your purse
[Verse 4 - Slim send Proof to get into +Wankstas+ He told me to let and spit at the gangstas up Gotti and this little war you pushed on Put ear to the ground for stuckin your Bridgestones What's wrong? Didn't think we strong real niggaz? like a boss in the streets they still feel us It's real business, y'all caught the concept (bitch) When the talk get nonsense to walk in bomb Contacts was blown by in The Source Threatin at the boss you gonna see me on your Now Irv got the to try to serve on us But Detroit niggaz heard and ain't scurred to bust
[Verse 5 - Kon Yo, props to my nigga Bugz, like you get beat up Stomped unconscious and smacked with the This rap monster get jabbed in the tonsils with dicks So that he should be fixed with a vagina Who's ya? Cadillac Pac or the that dressed like a Lil' Kim fox Your chest a little wooden box When I press tight on the trigger of this That's right all the little shit you got left to you eat Your not souls, without laws we'll help you sleep You got shot in video tryin to mock Pac You Mockaveli, get your own (*gunshots fired*)
[Eminem - talking the Chorus] Don't you never say my little girl's name in a again Fuckin punk, pussy, fuck you up boy Never, never in motherfuckin life Smack the out you little motherfuckin midget Hailie will whip your ass
- Obie Trice - talking] Yeah, right motherfuckers Shady Records, you know about? Fuck Fuck Ja Rule, This is Obie Trice right talkin to you motherfuckers Ja Rule ass Yeah, fuckin Soul 4 Real ass, that's Soul 4 Real That's the nigga Soul 4 Real reign ass nigga He got a now he rappin He know what's .. ass motherfuckers Give money to all my niggas man Trice, D-12, G-Unit 50 Cent, Hailie (*echo*) (*laughing*)
Daddy is Ja Rule than me?
No honey you are the same size