Eminem - Hail Mary

[Intro: Eminem]

Makaveli rest in peace

Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body

Mouth like a 12-gauge shotty (Feel me!) (Come get me)

And Ja said he shall be (Motherfuckers if you want Shady)

The lost forgotten seed of 2Pac (If Pac was still here now)

To lead this industry into the ways of the man (He would never ride with Ja)

Follow me! (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)

Keep my mesh vest as Pac's vest

[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 killa, you a pussy

That Ecstasy 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 mouths pray to God, hopin' no one's listenin'

See 50 comin' for me, oh my god ma—my position

No one'll pay attention to me

Please Gotti, here I go, give me this pill

Ecstasy done got me feelin' so invincible

And now all of a sudden I'm a fuckin' madman who screams

Like I'm Pac, but I'm not, enemies, Hennessey

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' motherfuckers names before somebody fucks me up

Ain't no pussies over here, partner, see you in hell, fucker

[Hook: Eminem]

Come get me

Motherfucker if you want Shady

If Pac was still here now

He would never ride with Ja

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

[Hook 2: Eminem]

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 wastin'

Institutionalized, my bitches bring me product by the bundles

Hustle hard from a cell, G-Unit motherfucker, we ballin'

Catch me countin' cheese and when I'm callin', 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 checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there

I got a head with no screws in it

Motherfuckers thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' it

Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me

Talkin' '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 wonderin' why DMX blowed him out

Next time grown folks talkin' 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 motherfuckin' punk and you can see me with gloves

Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids with your ugly ass mug (Ha-ha-ha)

And you can tell them niggas you roll with whatever you want

But you and I know what's goin' 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 tryin' to advance

It's all over now, take it like a man (Ha-ha)

Irv lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick

Tryna play hate on my shit, man, eat a fat dick

Lovin' this shit that's how you made me

Feelin' like I got you niggas crazy (Huh-uh)

Against all odds, hopin' my thug motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' 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 involvin' me for

It's been a long time comin', like a bless and a check

You see 106 and Park fans don't even fuckin' respect you

It's kinda funny, wannabe Pac, wanna fake like you thug

Runnin' around talkin' 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 imposter

There's never been a Violator on a Murda Inc. roster

Dumb ass, now who's shootin'? Ah made you look

You said Bus singin' the same old hook, you stupid

If y'all shootin', I take a look at your man

The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam

Cheddar Bob ass nigga start adjustin' 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 tryin' to re-establish a buzz

I know the shit is drivin' you crazy, you wonderin' how

The streets ain't never want you Beatrice, 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 it's like and what would it be without you

I'm finished, I ain't tryin' to repeat this

Just cause I'm cool, you shouldn't take my kindness for weakness

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]

Oh shit, it was fun

Next time you got a problem with me

Address me before you try to make shit a public issue, homie

Now I'ma 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?)