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[Intro: Eminem] Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Mouth like a 12 gauge shotty And Ja said he should be The lost forgotten seed of 2Pac To lead this industry into the ways of the man Follow me! [Hook: Eminem] Come get me If you motherfuckers 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 killer, you a pussy That Ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy Bitches wearing rags in photos, Ja's words being quoted In The Source, stealing Pac's shit like he just wrote it You loud mouths pray to god hoping no one's listening See 50 coming for me, Oh my god ma, my position No one will pay attention to me Please Gotti, here I go, give me this pill Ecstasy done got me feeling so invincible Now all of a sudden I'm a fucking madman who screams Like I'm Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennessey Acting 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'mma quit Saying motherfuckers names before somebody fucks me up Ain't no pussies over here, partner, see you in hell, fucker [Hook: Eminem] Come get me If you motherfuckers 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 here now Shady Records got it locked La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-locked [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers Never realized the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting Institutionalized, my bitches bring me product by the bundles Hustle hard from a cell, G-Unit motherfucker, we balling Catch me counting trees and when I'm calling, can you accept my call CEO let me sip on Hennessey, can I sip some more Hell, I done been to jail, I ain't scared Mama checking in my bedroom, I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it Motherfuckers thinking they can stop 50, they losing it Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me Talking 'bout he left the hospital, took 9 like me You live in fantasies nigga, I reject your deposit When your lil' sweet ass gon' come out of the closet? Now he wondering why DMX blowed him out Next time grown folks talking bitch, close your mouth Peep me, I take this war shit deeply Done seen too many real niggas ball to let these bitch niggas beat me Black, you's a motherfucking punk and you can see me with gloves Quit scaring them fucking kids with your ugly ass mug And you can tell them niggas you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's going on Nigga payback, Tah, I know your bitch ass from way back Witnessed me strapped with Macs, you know I don’t play that All these old rappers trying to advance It's all over now, take it like a man Irv looking like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Trying to playa hate on my shit, man eat a fat dick Loving this shit that's how you made me Feeling like I got you niggas crazy Against all odds, hoping my thug motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio getting blow To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] I've been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core Hey Jeffrey, what the fuck you come involving me for It's been a long time coming, like a bless and a check You see 106 and Park fans don't even fucking respect you It's kinda funny, wannabe Pac, wanna fake like you thug Running around talking shit that he ain't capable of Now let me off this cocksucker whilst we handle you, nigga If I recall, Violator use to manage you, nigga Then took a closer look and realized you was an impostor There's never been a Violator on a Murda Inc roster Dumb ass, now who's shooting? Ah made you look You said Bus singing the same old hook, you stupid If y'all shooting I take a look at your man, the bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam Cheddar Bob ass nigga start adjusting your plan You let the streets down nigga, 'pologize to your fans Watch you pull a little stunt like we ain't know what it was Little faggot desperate trying to re-establish a buzz I know the shit is driving you crazy, you wondering how The streets ain't never want you Beatrice, what you gonna do now Now if you wanna beef with me, then I'm beefing with you I think about the game and what it's like and what would it be without you I'm finished, I ain't trying to repeat this JJust cause I'm cool, you shouldn't take my kindness for weakness [Outro: Busta Rhymes] It was fun Next time you got a problem with me Address me before you try to make shit a public issue homie And I'mma return back to my regular self And have fun again One [50 Cent] Hahaha, BITCH! Haha OUTLAWZ, haha Makaveli the don, haha Since you want to be 2Pac, motherfucker, hahaha 2Pac shoes too big for you to walk in you lil' faggot, hahaha (What do we have here now?)
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