Hail Mary

[Sample: Ja Rule] Everybody wants to make comparisons to Pac and X and me Y'all niggas wanna see Pac come back? Y'all wanna see this shit? It's here nigga, it's here [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 the last begotten seed of 2Pac To lead this industry into the ways of the man (Motherfuckers if you want Shady) (If Pac was still here now, he would never ride with Ja) Follow me (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) Keep my mesh vest as Pac's vest [Chorus: Eminem] Come get me If you muthafuckas want Shady If Pac was still here now He would never ride with Ja Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah [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, 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 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' muthafuckas names before somebody fucks me up Ain't no pussies over here, partner, see you in hell, fucka [Chorus: Eminem] Come get me Motherfucker if you want Shady If Pac was still here now He would never ride with Ja Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Get off that E 'Fore 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, muthafucka, we ballin' Catch me countin' cheese and when I'm callin', can you accept my call? C.O. 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 Muthafuckas thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' it Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me Talkin' 'bout he left the hospital, took nine 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 muthafuckin' punk and you'll see me with gloves Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids with your ugly-ass mug (Hahaha) 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, knew 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 playa-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, uh-huh Against all odds, hopin' my thug muthafuckas 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 Twenty-one gun salute, bitch! [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Ayo, 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 impostor There's never been a Violator on a Murda Inc. roster, dumbass 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, Apologize 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 YOUUUUUUU!! You finished, I ain't tryna repeat this Just 'cause I'm cool, you shouldn't take my kindness for weakness (Oh shit) [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] Hahahaha 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 [Outro: 50 Cent & 2Pac] Hahaha, biatch! Haha, Outlawz, haha Makaveli the Don, haha Since you wanna be 2Pac, motherfucker, hahaha 2Pac's shoes too big for you to walk in, you lil' faggot Hahaha (What do we have here now?)