(Eminem:)
Makaveli rest in peace
Irv Gotti...too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a .12 gauge shot it
(2 times)
Come get me
if you mothafuckas want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
You ain't no killa you a pussy
That exstacy done got you all emotional and mushy
bitches wearin' rags in photos
Ja's words bein' quoted in the Source
stealin' Pac's shit like he just wrote it
you loud mouth pray to God, hopin', no one's listenin'
see fifty comin' for me, Oh my god my...my position
no one'll pay attention to me
Please Gotti, here I go, give me this pill
exstacy done got me feelin' so...invincible
now all of a sudden I'm a fuckin' mad man who screams
Like I'm Pac, but I'm not
and who needs 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, fucked from this shit
I'm stuck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quit...
sayin' mothafuckas' names before somebody fucks me up
ain't no pussies over here partner, see you in hell fucka
Come get me
Mothafucka 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
before 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,
(50 cent:)
twenty centuries is packed with promise-makers
never realized the prescious time that bitch-niggas has wasted
institutionalize my bitches bring me product by the bundle
hustle hard from a cell
G-unit mothafucka...we ballin'
catch me countin' cheese, and when I'm callin'
Do you accept my call? See, you'll let me sip on Hennessy
Can I sip some more? Hell, I done been to jail, I ain't scared
momma checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it
Mothafuckas thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' it
Little nigga named Ja think he live like me
Don't nobody left the high school and took 9 like me
you livin fantasies nigga, I be checkin' deposit
When your little sweet ass gonna come out of the closet?
Now they wonderin' why DMX blowed him out
Next time grown folks talkin' bitch close your mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
I seen to many real niggas ball to let these bitch niggas beat me
Back! You's a mothafuckin' punk and you'll see me with gloves
Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids with yo ugly-ass mom
And you can tell them niggas you role with, whatever you want
but you and I know whats goin' on
Nigga payback, Ty I know your bitch-ass from way back
witness me strapped with macs, know I don't play that
All these old rappers tryin' to advance, it's all over now
Take it like a man, HA HA
Irv lookin' like Larry Holmes flabby and sick
Tryin' to playa hate on my shit, made of fat dick
lovin' this shit, that's how you made me
feelin' like I got you niggas crazy ... UH HUH
against all odds, up in my gut mothafuckas know,
this be the truet shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blow
to the truest shit I ever spoke, 21 gun salute Bitch
(Busta Rhymes:)
I've been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core,
Hey Jeffrey, what the fuck you come involvin' me for?
It's been a long time comin', like a blessing, a check
you see 106 and Park
