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Ja Rule
Em you claim your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known sl*t
So what's Hailie gonna be when she grows up?
Eminem - (Hailie Jade)
Hahaaaa, Yeah, come on
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Hailie (What??)
Come here baby
Bring daddy his oscar (okay)
Were gonna shove it up Ja Rule's as* (hehehe)
Swifty
I'm about to get rid of some hoes it's simple
I put the Murder Inc with lead and I'm not talking about a pencil
Look at what the fk you dun got into
I see you found your nitch you're just a b*tch with a menstral
Claiming you a murderer and spelt it wrong
You but the "E" before the "D" because that's all you on
You on Pac's d*ck (b*tch) you a replica guy if he were still alive you would never get by
All you do is cry b*tch keep it real life is more than imitating and eating pills
And what kind of mothafker ruins 3 deals that another nigg* got you they didn't see
skills
And I ain't playing your a brother getting cheated
And Ja Rule be praying on his cover cause he need it
And you hating shut your mouths
It's just the real ain't buying that s**t you put out
Obie
Doe Rae Me but we don't sing motherfkers
So Murda Inc do your thing motherfkers
You unleased on a team who expects nothing less then RnB coming from that regime
Regime is a little extreme neck to neck with soldiers motherfking marines
Ja sold his soul to sing we have witnessed teen on the TV screen chase the dream
Now that you embrace the green don't fk with the triple beams
You's a muth*r fking actor slash Pac impersonating rapper
Slash Billy Holiday how it happen?
Artists with repituares saw him in action, Pac's assasination
Def jam grabbed him, told him reinact him you'll go platinum
They seen it for sure I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins
Reinacting her boy saw him click clacking his toy
Match and destroy Shady slash Aftermath in detroit motherfker
Eminem
Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da
Don't play me cause your washed up, lost your spot
Mama say mama sa Mamacosa
Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me cause we're hot and you're not
Going at me is the only shot you got
Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac
You can get popped after all that s**t you pop
Kuniva
Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the slugs
To grievence and the crying and intimate hugs
We don't take you serious nigg* you shook,
You're half of a half wieght crook nigg* get off X d*ck go sing a hook nigg*
And you can't replace the late great one and when your gone you'll only be the late fake
one
nigg* please stick the script before the guns stick to the clip
And Benzino you ain't s**t but a b*tch, fking old as* ignorant innocent looking senior
citizen
Built up slap you like renisanse sicitive wait a minute hold on
Is it me or do we look like a banana with braids and clothes on
A b*tch made man now how you gonna connect with them short as* arms like a Tyranasaurous
Rex
You can scream, holla and curse and go ahead and respond
Pull that pen and pad up out of your purse
Proof
Slim didn't send Proof to get at the w*nkstas
He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas
What up gotti were in this little war you pushed on
Put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones
What's wrong? didn't think were strong with real
Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel us
This real witness yall ain't caught the concept
You're talking non sense to walking bomb threats
Contacts were blown by Benzetta in the Source
Threatning at the boss you're gonna see me on your porch
Now Irv got the nerve to try serve on us
But Detroit curve and they stirs to bust
Kon Artis
Do I gotta get my nigg* bugz, punks like you get beat up
Stomped unconscience and smacked with the heater
This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils
With d*cks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina
Who's behind ya? Caddillac, Pac or that transvestite that dress like a Lil Kim Fox
Your just like a little wind box when I press tight on the trigger of this glock
That's right on the little s**t you got left to help you eat
You not Pac's songs without laws will help you sleep
You got shot in your video trying to mock pac your "mock"avelli get your own identity
Eminem
Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da
(Don't EVER say my lil girls name in a song again)
Don't play me cause your washed up, lost your spot
Mama say mama sa Mamacosa
(fking punk p*ssy, b*tch!)
Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me cause we're hot and you're not
(Im'a fk you up boy)
Going at me is the only shot you got
(Never again in your mother fking life)
Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac
(Gonna shoot the s**t outa you little fking midgits,
Hailie will whip your mother fking asses)
You can get popped after all that s**t you pop
Obie Trice
Yeah, that's right motherfkers
Shady Records, what you know about?
fk Benzino, fk Ja Rule
nigg*, this is Obie Trice right here talkin to you mother fkers
Ja Rule punk as* yeah
fk his soul for real as*
nigg* that's soul, that's the nigg* from 'soul for real'
Candy rain as* nigg* you got a deal now you rappin
You don't know us, f*gg*t as* mother fkers
Give money to all my real
Obie Trice, D12, G-Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade Hahahaha
Hailie Daddy is Ja Rule taller than me?
Eminem No honey you guys are the same size
