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Hailie, what do you want to be when you grow up, baby? |
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I don't know, but I don't want to |
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Grow up to be like Ja Rule's little dirty-ass kids |
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Ha ha, yeah, c'mon |
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G-G-G-G-G-G-G Unit |
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Hailie, come here, baby! Bring Daddy his Oscar! |
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We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass |
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I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple |
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I'm quick to murder ink with lead |
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And I ain't talking 'bout a pencil |
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Look at what the **** you done got into |
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I see you found your niche, you just a ***** with a menstrual |
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Claiming you a murderer, and you spelled it wrong |
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You put E before the D, ‘cause that's all you on |
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You on Pac's ****, you a replica guy |
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If he was still alive, you would never get by |
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All you do is cry, *****, keep it real |
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Life is more than imitating *****s and eating pills |
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And what kind of mother****er ruins three deals |
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That another ***** got you? They didn't see skills |
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And I ain't playin', you a brother getting cheated |
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And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover, ‘cause he need it |
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And all you *****s hating, shut your mouths! |
| [01:05.528] |
It's just that real *****s ain't buying that **** y'all put out |
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Doe, rae, me, but we don't sing, mother****ers |
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So Murder Inc, do your thing, mother****ers |
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You unleashed on a team |
| [01:14.514] |
Who expects nothin' less than R&B coming from that regime |
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"Regime" is a little extreme |
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Neck and neck with soldiers, mother****in' Marines |
| [01:22.873] |
Ja sold his soul to sing |
| [01:24.388] |
Weave eye-witness team on the TV screen, chase the greed |
| [01:28.150] |
Now that you've embraced the green |
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Don't **** with the triple beams |
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You's a mother****in' actor, slash Pac impersonating rapper |
| [01:35.125] |
Slash Billie Holiday – how it happen? |
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Artist and repertoire saw him in action |
| [01:39.957] |
Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him |
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Told him, "Reenact him, you go platinum!" |
| [01:44.738] |
They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur |
| [01:47.716] |
Don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenacting her boy |
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So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash and destroy |
| [01:53.097] |
Shady slash Aftermath and Detroit, mother****er! |
| [01:56.937] |
Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da |
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Don't blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot |
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Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa |
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Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac |
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Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not |
| [02:08.875] |
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got |
| [02:11.304] |
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac |
| [02:13.577] |
You'll get popped poppin' all that **** you pop |
| [02:16.059] |
Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs |
| [02:18.880] |
To the grievance and the crying and the intimate hugs |
| [02:21.126] |
We don't take you serious, *****, you shook |
| [02:23.138] |
You half of a half-way crook; get off X ****, go sing a hook! |
| [02:26.325] |
*****, and you can't replace the late great one |
| [02:28.859] |
And when you gone you only gon' be the late fake one |
| [02:31.157] |
*****, please stick to the script |
| [02:32.699] |
Before the guns stick to the clip |
| [02:33.979] |
And Benzino, you ain't **** but a *****! |
| [02:35.886] |
****in' old-ass, ignorant, innocent-lookin' senior citizen |
| [02:38.890] |
Built up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitive |
| [02:41.188] |
Wait a minute, hold on: is it me, or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on? |
| [02:45.969] |
A *****-made man; now, how you gonna connect |
| [02:48.451] |
With them short ass arms, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex |
| [02:50.906] |
You *****s can scream, holler and curse |
| [02:52.526] |
Go ahead and respond |
| [02:53.780] |
And pull that pen and pad up outta your purse |
| [02:55.530] |
Slim didn't send Proof to get at the ****stas |
| [02:58.194] |
He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas |
| [03:00.597] |
What up, Gotti? And this little war you pushed on |
| [03:03.079] |
Put your ear to the ground for stepping on bush stones |
| [03:05.561] |
What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real *****s? |
| [03:08.042] |
Roll like a boss, in the streets they still feel us |
| [03:10.420] |
It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept |
| [03:12.875] |
You talking nonsense to walking bomb threats |
| [03:15.409] |
Contact was blown by Benzetta in The Source |
| [03:17.708] |
Threaten at the boss, you gon' see me on your porch |
| [03:20.372] |
Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us |
| [03:22.331] |
But Detroit *****s early and ain't scurred to bust |
| [03:24.865] |
Word to my ***** Bugz, punks like you get beat up |
| [03:27.582] |
Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater |
| [03:30.037] |
This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils |
| [03:32.388] |
With ****s so much that he should be fixed with a vagina |
| [03:34.948] |
Who's behind ya? Cadillac Pac or that transvestite? |
| [03:38.606] |
That dress like a Lil Kim fox |
| [03:40.225] |
You're just like a little windbox |
| [03:42.184] |
Press tight on the trigger of this Glock |
| [03:44.170] |
Swallow that little **** you got left to help you eat |
| [03:47.174] |
You knock Pac's songs without love to help you sleep |
| [03:49.577] |
You got shot in your video trying mock Pac |
| [03:52.006] |
You Mockaveli; get your own identity! |
| [03:54.436] |
Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da |
| [03:56.317] |
Don't blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot |
| [03:59.138] |
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa |
| [04:01.437] |
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac |
| [04:03.788] |
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not |
| [04:06.400] |
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got |
| [04:08.594] |
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac |
| [04:11.050] |
You'll get popped poppin' all that **** you pop |
| [04:19.487] |
That's right, mother****ers |
| [04:20.010] |
Shady records, what you know about it? |
| [04:21.368] |
**** Benzino! **** Ja Rule! |
| [04:24.999] |
*****, this Obie Trice right here talkin' to you mother****ers |
| [04:30.877] |
Ja Rule punk ass, yeah, ****in' Soul 4 Real ass |
| [04:37.564] |
*****, that's Soul 4 Real |
| [04:38.687] |
That the ***** from Soul 4 Real! |
| [04:41.038] |
Candy Rain-ass *****, he got a deal, now he rappin' |
| [04:45.166] |
You don't know what's, faggot-ass mother****ers |
| [04:48.771] |
Get money to all my real *****s, man |
| [04:52.010] |
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade |
| [05:06.246] |
Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me? |
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No, honey, you guys are the same size |
