Intro: Eminem
Makaveli rest in peace..... Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a twelve gauge shotty, feel me!!!
And Ja said he shall be the lost begotten seed of 2Pac
To lead this industry into the ways of the man
Follow me, eat my flesh, flesh and Pac's flesh
Chorus: Eminem
Come get me, if you motherf**kers want Shady
If Pac was still here now, he would never ride withy Ja
Na na na na na na na na
Verse 1: Eminem
You ain't no killer you a p****
That ecstacy done got you all emotional and mushy
B****es wearin rags in photos, Ja's words being quoted
In The Source stealin Pac's s**t like he just wrote it
You loud mouths pray to God hopin, no one's listenin
See 50 comin for me, oh my God my, my position
No one would pay attention to me please Gotti there I go
Give me this pill ecstacy done got me, feelin so, invincible
Now all of a sudden I'm a f**kin madman who screams
Like I'm Pac, but I'm not, enemies, and they see
Actin like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm crazy
Set trip, get me off this trip, someone stop this train
Some say my brain is all corrupted f**ked on this s**t
I'm stuck, I'm addicted to these drugs I'm a quit
Sayin motherf**kers names before somebody f**ks me up
Ain't no pussies over here partner, see you in hell f**ker
Chorus: Eminem
Come get me, motherf**ker if you want Shady
If Pac was still here now, he would never ride withy Ja
Na na na na na na na na
Get off that E, 'fore you try to come and f**k with me
It's Aftermath here now, Shady records got it locked
La la la la la la la locked
Verse 2: 50 Cent
Penetentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never realized the precious time that b**** n****s is waistin
Institutionalize my b****es bring me product by the bundles
Hustle hard for sale, G Unit motherf**ker, we ballin
Catch me count cheese and when I'm callin, can you accept my calls?
C.O. let me sip on hennessy, can I sip some more?
Hell I done been in jail I ain't scared
Mama checkin in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it
Motherf**kers thinkin they could stop 50, they losin it
Little n**** name Ja think he live like me
Talkin 'bout he left the hospital took nine like me
You live in fantasies n****, I reject your deposit
When your little sweet a** gon' come out of the closet
Now he wonderin why DMX blowed him out
Next time grown folks talkin b**** close your mouth
Peep it, I take this war s**t deeply
Done seen too many real n****s ball to let these b**** n****s beat me
Black, you's a motherf**kin punk and you see me with gloves
Quick scarin them f**kin kids with your ugly a** mug
And you can tell them n****s you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what's goin on
N**** payback Tah I know your b**** a** from way back
Witnessed 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 ha)
Irv lookin like Larry Holmes flabby and sick
Tried to playa hate on my s**t, man eat a fat d***!!!!!
Lovin the s**t that's how you made me
Feelin like I got you n****s crazy, uh huh, against all odds
Hopin my thug motherf**kers know, must be the realest s**t I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio gettin blow
To the truest s**t I ever spoke, twenty one guns salute, B****!!!!
Verse 3: Busta Rhymes
Aiyyo, I've been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core
Hey Jeffrey!!! What the f**k you come involvin me for?!
It's been a long time comin, like a blessin to check to check you
You see 106 And Park fans won't even f**kin respect you
It's kinda funny, wanna be Pac wanna fake like you thug
Runnin around talkin s**t that he ain't capable of
Now let me off this cocksucker watch me handle you n****
If I recall, Violator used to manage you n****
They took a closer look and realized you was an imposter
There's never been a Violator on a Murder INC roster
Dumb a** now who's shootin, aw made you look
You said Bus singin the same old hooks you stupid
If y'all shootin, I take a look at your man
The b**** shot himself in front of Def Jam
Cheddar bar a** n****s start adjustin your plans
You let the streets down n****, apologize to your fans
Watch you pull a little stunt like we ain't know what it was
Little faggot desperate tryin to restablish a buzz
I know this s**t is drivin you crazy you wonderin how
The streets ain't never want you b****es what you gonna do now?
Now If you wanna beef with me, then I'm beefin with you
I think about the game and what its like and.....
WHAT WOULD IT BE WITHOUT YOU!!!
I'm finished, I ain't tryin to repeat this
Just because I'm cool, shouldn't take my kindness for weakness
Outro: Busta Rhymes
It was fun, next time you got a problem man
Address me before you try to make s**t a public issue homey
Now I'm a return back to my regular self, and have fun again
50 Cent:
Ha ha ha ha!!! B****!!!! Outlawz, Makaveli the don
Since you wanna be 2Pac motherf**ker
2Pac shoes too big for you to walk in you little faggot
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