Hail Mary 2003 (ja Rule Diss) Lyrics - Eminem

Makaveli, rest in peace 

Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body 

Mouth like a 12 gauge shotty (feel me!) 

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...! 

(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 

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(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 

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

(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 here down, Shady Records got it locked 

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la locked 

(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 da cell, 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, you's a motherfuckin' punk and you'll see me with gloves 

Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids with yo ugly ass mom 

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 

ONly 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 

21 gun salute, bitch! 

(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 fans don't even fuckin' respect you 

It's kinda funny, wanna be Pac, wanna fake 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 

They took a closer look and realized you wasn't impostured 

There's never been a Violator on the Murder Inc. roster, dumbass 

Now, who shootin'? Awww, made you look! 

You said Bust' singin' the same old hook? You stupid! 

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

The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam 

Chedda bob ass niggaz, start adjustin' yo plan 

You let the streets down nigga, apologize to yo fans 

Watched you pull a lil' stunt like we ain't know what it was 

Lil' faggot, desperate tryina reestablish a buzz 

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

The streets ain't never want you, Beatrice, whachu 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?" 

You finished, I ain't tryina repeat this 

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

(Busta Rhymes talking) 

Oh shit... it was fun... 

Next time you got a problem man... 

Address me before you try to make the shit a public issue homey... 

Now I'ma return back to my regular self... 

And have fun again... one!