hail mary ja rule diss

Busta Rhymes

[Intro: Eminem]
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shotty (feel me!)
{*starts singing chorus in background*}
And this bitch said he should be
The lost forgotten seed of Tupac
To lead this industry into the ways of the man
Follow me...!

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
If you motherfuckas 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
Bitch is wearin rags in photos, Ja s words bein quoted
In The Source stealin Pac s shit like he just wrote it
You loudmouths, pray to God hopin no one s listenin
See 50 comin for me I ma guard my, 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
Now all a sudden I m a fuckin mad man who screams like I m Pac
But I m not, enemies, Hennessy
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 fuckin with this shit
I m suck, I m addicted to these drugs, I ma quit
sayin motherfuckas names before somebody fucks me up
Ain t no pussies over here partner, see you in hell, fucka

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
Motherfucka, if you 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
Fore you try to come and fuck with me
It s Aftermath gettin down, Shady Records got it locked
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggaz is wastin
Institutionalize my bitchez bring me product by the bundle
Hustle hard for my sale, G-Unit motherfucka, we ballin
Catch me countin cheese and when I m callin , do you accept my calls?
Still let me sip on Hennessy, 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
Motherfuckas thinkin they can stop 50, they losin it
Lil nigga named Ja think he live like me
Talkin about he left the hospital took nine like me
You livin fantasies nigga, I been checkin 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 yo mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real niggaz ball to let these bitch niggaz beat me
Black Child, you s a motherfuckin punk and you ll see me with gloves
Quit scarin them fuckin kids with yo ugly ass mug
And you can tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what s goin on
Nigga payback, Tah, I know yo bitch ass from way back
Witness me strap the mac, knew I don t play that
All these old rappers tryina advance
It s all over now, take it like a man [haha!]
Irv lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Tryina playa hate on my shit
Man, eat a fat dick!
Lovin this shit, that s how you made me
Feelin like I got you niggaz crazy
Uh huh, against all odds
Hopin my thug motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds
Up in the studio gettin blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo, I been one of the most humble
Reppin streets to the core
Ay Jeffrey, what the fuck you come and bother me for?
It s been a long time comin , like a blessing to check you
See, 106 & Park