[2Pac]
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Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray
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[radio tuning in]
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[Ja Rule]
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Em, you claim ya mother's a crackhead and kim is a known slut so what's Hailie gon' be when she grows up?
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[Em & Hailie]
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[E] AH-HA! Yeah! C'mon!
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G-g-g-g G-Unit! Hailie
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[H] What?
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[E] Come here baby, bring daddy his Oscar
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[H] Okay
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[E] We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass!
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[H - laughs]
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[Vesre 1]
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[Swift]
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I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple
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I'm quick to murder ink with lead and talkin' bout a pencil
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Lookit what the fuck you done got into
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I see you found yo niche, you just a bitch wit a menstrol
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Claimin' you a murderer and you spelled it wrong
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You put 'e' before the 'd' cuz that's all you on
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You on Pac's dick, you a regular guy
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If Pac was still alive you would never get by
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All you do is cry, bitch keep it real
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Life is more than imitating niggaz and eatin' pills
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And kind of muthafucka ruins three deals
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That another nigga got you, they didn't see skills
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And I ain't playin', you a brother gettin' cheated
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And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover cuz he need it
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And all you niggaz hatin', shut you mouths
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It's just that real niggaz ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out
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[Obie Trice]
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Do-ra-mi, but we don't sing muhfuckas
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So Murder Inc. do ya thing muhfuckas
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You've unleashed on a team who expects nothin' less
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Than R&B comin' from that regime
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?? It's a little extreme
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Neck and necks with soldiers, muhfuckin' Marines
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Ja sold his soul to sing
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Weave eye-witness team on the tv screen, chase the greed
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Now that you've embraced the green
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Don't fuck with the triple beams
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You's a muthafuckin actor slash Pac impersonatin' rapper
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Slash Billie Holliday how it happen?
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Artist for Repetuar saw him in action
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Pac assassination Def Jam grabbed him
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Told him reinact him, you go platinum
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They seen it for sure, I know that Afina Shakur
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Don't enjoy Jeffery Atkins reinactin' her boy
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So I'm click-clackin' this toy
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Mash and destroy, Shady
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Aftermath and Detroit muthafuckas
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[Chorus]
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[Eminem]
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Do-ra-me, fa-so-la-ti-da
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Don't blame me cuz you lost your boss's spot
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Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
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Ja quit playin' knock it off you're not 2Pac
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Don't make me, too hot and you're not
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Shootin' at me, with the only shot you got
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Ja quit playin' knock it off you're not 2Pac
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You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop
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[Verse 2]
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[Kuniva]
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Now we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs
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To the greivance and the cryin' and the intimate hugs
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We don't take you serious nigga you shook you half of a half-way crook, get off X dick, go sing a hook nigga
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And you can't replace the late greal one
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And when you gone you only gon' be the late fake one
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Nigga please, stick to the script
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before the guns stick to the clip, and Benzino you ain't shit but a bitch
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Fuckin' old ass ignorant innocent lookin' senior citizen
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Built up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitive
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Wait a minute, hold on
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Is it me or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on?
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A bitch made man, now how you gonna connect with them short ass arms like a tyrannasaurus rex?
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You niggaz can scream holler and curse
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Go ahead and respond and pull that pen and pad up outta ya purse
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[Proof]
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Slim did it simple to get at the wankstas
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He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas
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What up Gotti and this little war you pushed on
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But you ?? the ?? for sucking your ??
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What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggaz?
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Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel us
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It's real business you ain't caught the concept
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You talkin' nonsense to walk and find press
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Contact was blown by Munsetta in The Source
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Threaten at the boss you gon' see me on ya porch
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Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us
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But Detroit niggaz ?? and ain't scurred to bust
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[Kon Artis]
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Word to my nigga Bugs, punks like you get beat up
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Stomped unconcious and smacked with the heater
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This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils with dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina
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Who's behind ya? Cadillic Pac or that transvestite who dress like a Lil Kim fox, her chest |