 [Intro: Eminem]
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his
body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shotty (feel
me!)
{*starts singing chorus in
background*}
And this bitch said he should be
The lost forgotten seed of Tupac
To lead this industry into the ways of
the man
Follow me...!
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
If you motherfuckas want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
[Verse 1: Eminem]
You ain't no killa, you a pussy
That ecstasy done got you all
emotional and mushy
Bitch is wearin' rags in photos, Ja's
words bein' quoted
In The Source stealin' Pac's shit like
he just wrote it
You loudmouths, pray to God hopin'
no one's listenin'
See 50 comin' for me I'ma guard my,
my position
No one'll pay attention to me, please
Gotti
Here I go, give me this pill
Ecstasy done got me feelin' so
invincible
Now all a sudden I'm a fuckin' mad
man who screams like I'm Pac
But I'm not, enemies, Hennessy
Actin' like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm
crazy
Sweat drip get me off this trip,
someone stop this train
Some say my brain is all corrupted
fuckin' with this shit
I'm suck, I'm addicted to these drugs,
I'ma quit
sayin' motherfuckas names before
somebody fucks me up
Ain't no pussies over here partner,
see you in hell, fucka
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
Motherfucka, if you want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Get off that E
'Fore you try to come and fuck with
me
It's Aftermath gettin' down, Shady
Records got it locked
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Penitentiaries is packed with promise
makers
Never realize the precious time that
bitch niggaz is wastin'
Institutionalize my bitchez bring me
product by the bundle
Hustle hard for my sale, G-Unit
motherfucka, we ballin'
Catch me countin' cheese and when
I'm callin', do you accept my calls?
Still let me sip on Hennessy, can I sip
some more?
Hell, I done been to jail, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't
there
I got a head with no screws in it
Motherfuckas thinkin' they can stop
50, they losin' it
Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like
me
Talkin' about he left the hospital took
nine like me
You livin' fantasies nigga, I reject your
deposit
When your lil' sweet ass gon' come
out of the closet?
Now he wonderin' why DMX blowed
him out
Next time grown folks talkin', bitch,
close yo mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real niggaz
bothered to let these bitch niggaz
beat me
Black Child, you's a motherfuckin'
punk and you'll see me with gloves
Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids with yo
ugly ass mug
And you can tell them niggaz you roll
with whatever you want
But you and I know what's goin' on
Nigga payback, Tah, I know yo bitch
ass from way back
Witness me strap the mac, knew I
don't play that
All these old rappers tryina advance
It's all over now, take it like a man
[haha!]
Irv lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby
and sick
Tryina playa hate on my shit
Man, eat a fat dick!
Lovin' this shit, that's how you made
me
Feelin' like I got you niggaz crazy
Uh huh, against all odds
Hopin' my thug motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds
Up in the studio gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
21 guns salute
Bitch
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo, I been one of the most humble
Reppin' streets to the core
Ay Jeffrey, what the fuck you come
and bother me for?
It's been a long time comin', like a
blessing to check you
See, 106 & Park fans don't even
fuckin' respect you
It's kinda funny, wanna be Pac,
wanna fake like he thug
Runnin' around talkin' shit that he
ain't capable of
Now let me off this cock sucka,
watch me handle you nigga
If I recall, Violator used to manage
you nigga
They took a closer look and realized
you was an imposter
There's never been a Violator on the
Murder Inc. roster, dumbass
Now, who shootin'? Awww, made
you look!
You said Bust' singin' the same old
hook? You stupid!
If y'all shootin', I take a look at yo
man
The bitch shot himself in front of Def
Jam
Chedda bob ass niggaz, start
adjustin' yo plan
You let the streets down nigga,
apologize to yo fans
Watched you pull a lil' stunt like we
ain't know what it was
Lil' faggot, desperate tryina
reestablish a buzz
I know this shit is drivin' you crazy,
you wonderin' how
The streets ain't never want you,
Beatrice, whachu gonna do now?
Now if you wanna beef with me, then
I'm beefin' with you
I think about the game and what it's
like and
{*imitating Ja Rule*} "What would it
be without you?"
You finished, I ain't tryina repeat this
Just 'cause I'm cool, you shouldn't
take my kindness for weakness
[Busta Rhymes talking]
Oh shit... it was fun...
Next time you got a problem man...
Address me before you try to make
the shit a public issue homey...
Now I'ma return back to my regular
self...
And have fun again... one!
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