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(em) - Hailie baby, what do you wanna be when you grow up? (Hailie) - i don't know, but i don't wanna be like Ja Rules dirty a*s kids! ha ha ha [Em & Hailie] [E] AH-HA! Yeah! C'mon! G-g-g-g G-Unit! Hailie [H] What? [E] Come here baby, bring daddy his Oscar [H] Okay [E] We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's a*s! [H - laughs] [Vesre 1] [Swift] I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple I'm quick to murder ink with lead and talkin' bout a pencil Lookit what the f**k you done got into I see you found yo niche, you just a bitch wit a menstrol Claimin' you a murderer and you spelled it wrong You put 'e' before the 'd' 'cause that's all you on You on Pac's d**k, you a regular guy If Pac was still alive you would never get by All you do is cry, bitch keep it real Life is more than imitating niggaz and eatin' pills And kind of muthaf**ka ruins three deals That another nigga got you, they didn't see skills And I ain't playin', you a brother gettin' cheated And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover 'cause he need it And all you niggaz hatin', shut you mouths It's just that real niggaz ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out [Obie Trice] Do-ra-mi, but we don't sing muhf**kas So Murder Inc. do ya thing muhf**kas You've unleashed on a team who expects nothin' less Than R&B comin' from that regime Regime It's a little extreme Neck and necks with soldiers, muhf**kin' Marines Ja sold his soul to sing We've eye-witness team on the tv screen, chase the greed Now that you've embraced the green Don't f**k with the triple beams You's a muthaf**kin actor slash Pac impersonatin' rapper Slash Billie Holliday how it happen? Artist for Repetuar saw him in action Pac a*sa*sination Def Jam grabbed him Told him reinact him, you go platinum They seen it for sure, I know that Afina Shakur Don't enjoy Jeffery Atkins reinactin' her boy So I'm click-clackin' this toy Bash and destroy, Shady Aftermath and Detroit muthaf**kas [Chorus] [Eminem] Do-ra-me, fa-so-la-ti-da Don't blame me 'cause you lost your boss's spot Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa Ja quit playin' knock it off you're not 2Pac Don't make me, too hot and you're not Shootin' at me, with the only shot you got Ja quit playin' knock it off you're not 2Pac You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop [Verse 2] [Kuniva] Now we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs To the greivance and the cryin' and the intimate hugs We don't take you serious nigga you shook you half of a half-way crook, get off X d**k, go sing a hook nigga And you can't replace the late greal one And when you gone you only gon' be the late fake one Nigga please, stick to the script before the guns stick to the clip, and Benzino you ain't shit but a bitch f**kin' old a*s ignorant innocent lookin' senior citizen Built up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitive Wait a minute, hold on Is 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 a*s arms like a tyrannasaurus rex? You niggaz can scream holler and curse Go ahead and respond and pull that pen and pad up outta ya purse [Proof] Slim did it simple to get at the wankstas He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas What up Gotti and this little war you pushed on But you ?? the ?? for s*cking your ?? What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggaz? Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel us It's real business you ain't caught the concept You talkin' nonsense to walk and find press Contact was blown by Munsetta in The Source Threaten at the boss you gon' see me on ya porch Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us But Detroit niggaz ?? and ain't scurred to bust [Kon Artis] Word to my nigga Bugs, punks like you get beat up Stomped unconcious and smacked with the heater This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils with d**ks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina Who's behind ya? Cadillic Pac or that transvestite who dress like a Lil Kim fox, her chest like a little windbox press tight on the trigger of this glock Swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat You knock Pac's songs without love to help you sleep You got shot in your video tryin mock Pac You 'Mockaveli', get your own identity [Chorus] [Eminem overdubs chorus] Yeah! Don't you never say my little girl's name in a song again! f**kin' punk pus*y little bitch! I'll f**k you up boy! Never! Never in your muthaf**kin life! I'll choke the shit outchu little muthaf**kin bitch! Hailie can whip your muthaf**kin a*s! [Obie Trice speaking] That's right muthaf**kas Shay records, whatchu know about it? f**k Benzino, f**k Ja Rule Nigga, this Obie Triceright here talkin to you muthaf**kas Ja Rule punk a*s... Yea! f**kin Soul For Real a*s... Nigga that's Soul For Real, That the nigga from Soul For Real! Candy Rain a*s nigga... He got a deal now he rappin' You'ont know what's... faggot a*s muhf**kas Get money to all my real niggas, man Obie Trice, D12, G Unit, 50 Cent... Hailie Jade!!! [50 Cent (laughing)] [Hailie] Daddy is Ja Rule taller than me? [Eminem] No honey, you guys are the same size...