[Verse 1 - Swifty McVay] I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple I'm quick to Murder Inc. with lead and I ain't talkin about a pencil Look at what the fuck you done got into I see you found your niche you just a bitch with a menstrual Claimin you a murderer and spelt it wrong You put "E" before the "D" because that's all you on You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica guy (*gunshots fired*) If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real) All you do is cry, bitch keep it real Life is more than imitatin niggaz and eatin pills And what kinda motherfucker ruins three deals That another nigga got you, they didn't see skills And I ain't playin, you a brother gettin cheated And Ja Rule be prayin on his color cause he need it (2Pac: Get on your knees and pray) And all you niggaz hatin, shut your mouths It's just the real niggaz ain't buyin that shit y'all put out [Verse 2 - Obie Trice] Doe Rae Me, but we don't sing motherfuckers So Murder Inc. do your thing motherfuckers You unleashed on a team Who expects nothin less than R & B comin from that regime Regime, is a little extreme That connect some soldiers, motherfuckin Marines Ja sold his soul to sing Weave our witness team on the TV screen Chased the greed, now that you embraced the green Don't fuck with them triple beams You's a motherfuckin actor slash Pac impersonatin rapper Slash Billy Holiday, how it happen? Artists and repertoire saw him in action Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed 'em Told 'em reenact 'em, you go platinum They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenactin her boy So I'm click clackin the toy, mash and destroy (*gun cocked and fired*) Shady slash Aftermath in Detroit motherfucker (*gunshots*) [Chorus - Eminem] - w/ ad libs Doe ray me, you fly so latte da, don't blame me Cause you washed up, lost your spot I'm a stay on my side of my crusade Ja quit playin, knock it off you're not Tupac Don't hate me cause you hot and your not goin at me The only shot you got Ja quit playin knock it off you're not Tupac And get popped like all that shit you pop C'MON! [Verse 3 - Kuniva] Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the slugs 'Til the grievance and the cryin and the intimate hugs We don't take you serious nigga, you shook You half of a halfway crook Get off X's dick go sing a hook nigga And you can't replace the late great one And when you gone you only gon' be the late fake one Nigga please, stick to the script Before the guns stick to the clip And Benzino you ain't shit but a bitch Fuckin old ass ignorant innocent lookin senior citizen Built up slap you like Grandmas all sensitive Wait a minute hold on (what's up?) Is it me or do we look like a banana with braids and clothes on (*laughing*) A bitch "Made Man", now how you gonna connect With those short ass arms like a Tyrannosaurus Rex You niggaz could scream holla and curse Go ahead, respond and pull that pen and pad up outta your purse [Verse 4 - Proof] Slim didn't send Proof to get into +Wankstas+ He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas What up Gotti and this little war you pushed on Put your ear to the ground for stuckin your Bridgestones What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggaz? Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel us It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept (bitch) When the talk get nonsense to walk in bomb threats Contacts was blown by Benzetta in The Source Threatin at the boss you gonna see me on your porch
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