[2Pac] Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray<I>[radio tuning in] <I>[Ja Rule] Em, you claim ya mother's a crackhead and kim is a known slut so what's Hailie gon' be when she grows up?<I>[Em & Hailie] <I>[E] AH-HA! Yeah! C'mon!G-g-g-g G-Unit! Hailie<I>[H] What?<I>[E] Come here baby, bring daddy his Oscar<I>[H] Okay<I>[E] We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass!<I>[H - laughs] <I>[Vesre 1] <I>[Swift] I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simpleI'm quick to murder ink with lead and talkin' bout a pencilLookit what the fuck you done got intoI see you found yo niche, you just a bitch wit a menstrolClaimin' you a murderer and you spelled it wrongYou put 'e' before the 'd' cuz that's all you onYou on Pac's dick, you a regular guyIf Pac was still alive you would never get byAll you do is cry, bitch keep it realLife is more than imitating niggaz and eatin' pillsAnd kind of muthafucka ruins three dealsThat another nigga got you, they didn't see skillsAnd I ain't playin', you a brother gettin' cheatedAnd Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover cuz he need itAnd all you niggaz hatin', shut you mouthsIt's just that real niggaz ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out<I>[Obie Trice] Do-ra-mi, but we don't sing muhfuckasSo Murder Inc. do ya thing muhfuckasYou've unleashed on a team who expects nothin' lessThan R&B comin' from that regimeRegime it's a little extremeNeck and necks with soldiers, muhfuckin' MarinesJa sold his soul to singWeave eye-witness team on the tv screen, chase the greedNow that you've embraced the greenDon't fuck with the triple beamsYou's a muthafuckin actor slash Pac impersonatin' rapperSlash Billie Holliday how it happen?Artist for Repetuar saw him in actionPac assassination Def Jam grabbed himTold him reinact him, you go platinumThey seen it for sure, I know that Afina ShakurDon't enjoy Jeffery Atkins reinactin' her boySo I'm click-clackin' this toyMash and destroy, ShadyAftermath and Detroit muthafuckas<I>[Chorus] <I>[Eminem] Do-ra-me, fa-so-la-ti-daDon't blame me cuz you lost your boss's spotMama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosaJa quit playin' knock it off you're not 2PacDon't make me, too hot and you're notShootin' at me, with the only shot you gotJa quit playin' knock it off you're not 2PacYou'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop<I>[Verse 2] <I>[Kuniva] Now we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugsTo the greivance and the cryin' and the intimate hugsWe don't take you serious nigga you shook you half of a half-way crook, get off X dick, go sing a hook niggaAnd you can't replace the late greal oneAnd when you gone you only gon' be the late fake oneNigga please, stick to the scriptBefore the guns stick to the clip, and Benzino you ain't shit but a bitchFuckin' old ass ignorant innocent lookin' senior citizenBuilt up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitiveWait a minute, hold onIs it me or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on?A bitch made man, now how you gonna connect with them short ass arms like a tyrannasaurus rex?You niggaz can scream holler and curseGo ahead and respond and pull that pen and pad up outta ya purse<I>[Proof] Slim did it simple to get at the wankstasHe told me to let loose and spit at the gangstasWhat up Gotti and this little war you pushed onBut you?? the?? for sucking your??What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggaz?Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel usIt's real business you ain't caught the conceptYou talkin' nonsense to walk and find pressContact was blown by Munsetta in The SourceThreaten at the boss you gon' see me on ya porchNow Irv got the nerve to try to serve on usBut Detroit niggaz?? and ain't scurred to bust<I>[Kon Artis] Word to my nigga Bugs, punks like you get beat upStomped unconcious and smacked with the heaterThis rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils with dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vaginaWho's behind ya? Cadillic Pac or that transvestite who dress like a Lil Kim fox, her chest like a little windboxPress tight on the trigger of this glockSwallow that little shit you got left to help you eatYou knock Pac's songs without love to help you sleepYou got shot in your video tryin mock PacYou 'Mockaveli', get your own identity<I>[Chorus] <I>[Eminem overdubs chorus] Yeah!Don't you never say my little girl's name in a song again!Fuckin' punk pussy little bitch!I'll fuck you up boy!Never! Never in your muthafuckin life!I'll choke the shit outchu little muthafuckin bitch!Hailie can whip your muthafuckin ass!<I>[Obie Trice speaking] That's right muthafuckasShay records, whatchu know about it?Fuck Benzino, fuck Ja RuleNigga, this Obie Triceright here talkin to you muthafuckasJa Rule punk ass... Yea!Fuckin Soul For Real ass...Nigga that's Soul For RealThat the nigga from Soul For Real!Candy Rain ass nigga...He got a deal now he rappin'You'ont know what's... faggot ass muhfuckasGet money to all my real niggas, manObie Trice, D12, G Unit, 50 Cent...Hailie Jade!!!<I>[50 Cent (laughing)]<I>[Hailie] Daddy is Ja Rule taller than me?<I>[Eminem] No honey, you guys are the same size...
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