Hail Mary F. 50 Cent & Busta Rhymes (Murder Inc. D Lyrics
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Hail Mary F. 50 Cent & Busta Rhymes (Murder Inc. D Lyricsby Eminem Buy album CD: Other Songs FIN - JE [Eminem] Mackavellie rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Mouth on a 12 gauge shotty [Chorus] Come get me if you motherfuckas want Shady If Pac was still here now he would never ride wit Ja Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah [Repeat] [Eminem] You ain't no killa, you a pussy That ecstacy done got you all emotional and mushy Bitches wearin' rags in photos Ja's words bein' quoted and The Source stealin' Pac's shit like he just wrote it Loud mouth, 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, gimme dis pill This ecstacy done got me feelin' so...invincible Now all a sudden I'm a fuckin' madman Screams like I'm Pac, but I'm not Enemies...(something) 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 up from this shit I'm stuck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quit sayin' motherfucka's names before somebody fucks me up Ain't no pussies over here partna See you in hell fucka [Repeat 1st Chorus] Get off that E, before you try to come an' fuck wit me It's Aftermath here now, Shady records got it locked La la la la la la la locked [50 Cent] Penetentaries is packed wit promised mates Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin' Institutionalize my bitches, bring me prada by the bundles Hustle hard from the sale, G-Unit motherfucka, we ballin' Catch me count the cheese and when I'm callin', do you accept my call? See you let me sip on Hennesy...(something) Hell, I been to jail, I ain't scared Momma checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there I got a head wit no screws in it Motherfuckas thinkin' they can stop 50...they loosin' it Lil' nigga named Ja think he a lot like me Talkin' bout he left the hospital, took 9 like me You live in fantasies nigga, I been checkin' the project When yo' lil' sweet ass gon' come outta tha closet? Now you wonderin' why DMX blowed 'em out Next time grown folks talkin bitch, close yo' mouth, 'peat me I take dis bullshit deeply Done seen too many real niggas ballin' to let these bitch niggas beat me You's a mothafuckin' punk...(something) Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids wit your ugly ass mug And you can tell them niggas you roll wit whatever you want But you and I know what's goin' on Nigga payback - time, knew yo' bitch ass from way back when we was strapped wit Mac's, you know I don't play dat All these old rappers tryin' to advance it's all over now, take it like a man Irv lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby an' sick Tryin' to playa hate on my shit, man eat a fat dick Lovin' dis shit is how you made me, feelin' like I got you niggas crazy Uh huh, against all odds All of my thug motherfuckas know, dis be tha realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in da studio gettin' blows to tha truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute! (Biatch!) [Busta Rhymes] Hey yo, I been one of tha most humble rappers street to the core And Jeffrey, what tha fuck you come an' bother me for? It's been a long time comin', like a...(something) See 106(?) and Pac fans won't even respect you It's kinda funny when you pop one fake like you thug Goin' around talkin' shit he ain't capable of Let me off this cocksucker, watch me handle you nigga If I recall, Violated used to manage you nigga We took a closer look and realized you was a imposter There's never been a Violator on tha Murder, Inc. roster Dumbass, now who's shootin'...aww made you look You said Bust singin' the same ol' hook, you stupid If ya'll shootin', I'd take a look atcha man The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam Cheddar Bob ass nigga, start adjustin' ya plan You left tha streets now nigga, apologize to yo' fans Why'd you pull that lil' stunt like you didn't know what it was Lil' faggot desperate, tryin' to reestablish a buzz I know dis shit is drivin' you crazy, you wonderin' how The streets ain't never want you Beatrice, what you gon' do now? Nigga wanna beef wit me, then I'm beefin' wit you I think about the game, what it's like and WHAT WOULD IT BE WITHOUT YOU You finished, I ain't tryin' to repeat this Just cuz I'm cool, shouldn't take my kindness for weakness It was fun next time you got a problem man address me before you try to make shit a public issue homie Now I'm gonna return back to my regular self and have fun again
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