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Hail Mary (Ja Rule Diss)

 

Hail Mary (Ja Rule Diss)


[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 wearing rags in photos, Ja's words being quoted
In The Source stealing Pac's shit like he just wrote it
You loudmouths, pray to God hoping no one's listening
See 50 coming 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 feeling so... invincible
Now all 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 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 here now, 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 wasting
Institutionalize my bitchez bring me product by the bundles
Hustle hard for my cell, G-Unit motherfucka, we balling
Catch me counting cheese and when I'm calling, can you accept my calls?
C.O. 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
Motherfuckas thinking they can stop 50, they losing it
Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me
Talking about he left the hospital took nine like me
You living fantasies nigga, I reject your deposit
When your lil' sweet ass gon' come out of the closet?
Now he wondering why DMX blowed him out
Next time grown folks talking, 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 motherfucking punk and you'll see me with gloves
Quit scaring them fucking 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 going on
Nigga payback, Tah, I know yo bitch ass from way back
Witness me strap with macs, knew I don't play that
All these old rappers tryina advance
It's all over now, take it like a man (haha!)
Irv looking like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Tryina playa hate on my shit
Man, eat a fat dick!
Loving this shit, that's how you made me
Feeling like I got you niggaz crazy
Uh huh, against all odds
Hoping my thug motherfuckas know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds
Up in the studio getting blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
(Twenty-one gun salute... BITCH!)

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo, I been one of the most humble
Repping streets to the core
Ay Jeffrey, what the fuck you come involving me for?
It's been a long time coming, like a blessing to check you
See, 106 & Park fans don't even fucking respect you
It's kinda funny, wanna be Pac, wanna fake like he thug
Running around talking 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 was an imposter
There's never been a Violator on the Murder Inc. roster, dumbass
Now, who shootin'? Awww, made you look!
You said Bust' singing the same old hook? You stupid!
If y'all shooting, I take a look at yo man
The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam
Chedda bob ass niggaz, start adjusting 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 driving you crazy, you wondering how
The streets ain't never want you, Beatrice, whachu gonna do now?
Now if you wanna beef with me, then I'm beefing with you
I think about the game and what it's like and
[imitating Ja Rule] "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!

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