Eminem - Hail mary

Intro - Eminem:
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 guage 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
Keep my mesh vest as pacs vest

Chorus - 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

Verse 1 - Eminem:
You ain't no killer, you a pussy
That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
Bitches wearin rags in photos, Ja's words being quoted
In The Source stealing Pac's shit like he just wrote it
You loudmouth, pray to God hoping no one's listening
See 50 coming 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
Now all of a sudden I'm a fucking mad man who screams like I'm Pac
But I'm not, enemies, hennessy
Acting 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
Saying motherfuckers names before somebody fucks me up
Ain't no pussies over here partner, see you in hell fucker

Chorus - 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
Get off that E
'Fore you try to come and fuck Shady
It's Aftermath getting down, Shady Records got it locked
La la la la la la la la

Verse 2 - 50 Cent:
Penitentiaries is packed wit promise makers
Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting
Institutionalized my bitches bring me product by the bundles
Hustle hard for my sale, G-Unit motherfucker, we balling
Catch me counting cheese and when I'm callin, do you accept my calls?
Ceo let me sip on hennessy, can I sip some more?
Hell, I done been to jail, I ain't scared
Mama checking in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it
Motherfuckers thinking they can stop 50
They losing it
Little nigga named Ja
Think he live like me
Talking about he left the hospital took nine like me
You live in fantasies nigga
I rejected deposit
When your little sweet ass gonna come out of the closet?
Now he wonderin why DMX blowed him out
Next time grown folks talking
Bitch, close your mouth
Peep me I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real niggas ballin to let these bitch niggas beat me black
You's a motherfucking punk and you don't see me with gloves
Quit scaring them fucking kids with your ugly ass mug
And you can tell them niggas you roll wit whatever you want
But you and I know what's going on
Nigga payback
Tah, I know your bitch ass from way back
Witness me strap with max
Knew I don't play that
All these old rappers trying to advance
It's all over now take it like a man [laughs]
Irv looking like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Trying to play a hate on my shit
Made a fat dick
Loving this shit, that's how you made me
Feeling like I got you niggas crazy
Uh huh, against all odds
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio i'm getting blow, to the truest shit i ever spoke, 21 gun salute!

Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes:

Hey yo I've been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core
Hey Jeffrey, What the fuck you come involvin with 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
Its kinda funny wanna be Pac, wanna fake like like he thug
runnin around talkin shit that he ain't capable of
now let me OFF this cock sucka watch me handle you nigga
If i recall Violator used to manage you nigga then took a closer look and
realized you was an impostor theres never been a Violator on a Murda Inc
Dumb ass Now who shoot?-- Ah made you look, you said Bus' singin the same ol'
You Stupid if yall shoot I take a look at ya man tha bitch shot himself infront
of Def Jam
Chedda Bob ass nigga start adjustin ya plan
you let the streets down nigga 'pologize to ya fans
watch ya pull a lil stunt like we ain't know where you are
Lil faggot desperate tryin to establish a buzz I know tha 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 tha game and what its like AH--WHAT WOULD IT BE WITHOUT YOU
You finished I ain't tryin to repeat this just because I'm cool shouldn'
take my kindness for weakness

[Busta speakin]
It was fun Next time you got a problem man, Address me
before you make shit a public issue homie, Now i'ma return back to my regular
self and have fun again

Writers: Tremaine Aldon Neverson , DWAYNE CARTER , Tremaine Neverson , EZEKIEL LEWIS , Jay Jenkins , TROY TAYLOR , Aaron Jerome Smith , A. CRASK , D'WAYNE CARTER

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