Текст песни D12 - Hailie's Revenge

(2Pac) Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray (Ja Rule) Em, you claim ya mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut so what's Hailie gon' be when she grows up? Ah-ha! Yeah! C'mon! G-g-g-g G-Unit! Hailie What? Come here baby, bring daddy his Oscar OK We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass! (Swift) I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple I'm quick to murder ink with lead And I ain't talking 'bout a pencil Look at what the fuck you done got into I see you found your niche, you just a bitch with a menstrual Claiming you a murderer, and you spelled it wrong You put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on You on Pac's dick, you a replica guy If he was still alive, you would never get by All you do is cry, bitch, keep it real Life is more than imitating niggas and eating pills And what kind of motherfucker ruins three deals That another nigga got you? They didn't see skills And I ain't playin', you a brother getting cheated And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover, 'cause he need it And all you niggas hating, shut your mouths! It's just that real niggas ain't buying that shit y'all put out (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 coming from that regime "Regime" is a little extreme Neck and neck with soldiers, motherfuckin' Marines Ja sold his soul to sing Weave eye-witness team on the TV screen, chase the greed Now that you've embraced the green Don't fuck with the triple beams You's a motherfuckin' actor, slash Pac impersonating rapper Slash Billie Holiday – how it happen? Artist and repertoire saw him in action Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him Told him, "Reenact him, you go platinum!" They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur Don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenacting her boy So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash and destroy Shady slash Aftermath and Detroit, motherfucker! (Eminem) Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da Don't blame me 'cause you washed up, lost your spot Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not Shooting at me, with the only shot you got Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop (Kuniva) Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs To the grievance and the crying and the intimate hugs We don't take you serious, nigga, you shook You half of a half-way crook; get off X 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 Grimace, all sensitive Wait a minute, hold on: is it me, or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on? A bitch-made man; now, how you gonna connect With them short ass arms, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex You niggas can scream, holler and curse Go ahead and respond And pull that pen and pad up outta your purse (Proof) Slim didn't send Proof to get at the 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 stepping on bush stones What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggas? Roll like a boss, in the streets they still feel us It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept You talking nonsense to walking bomb threats Contact was blown by Benzetta in The Source Threaten at the boss, you gon' see me on your porch Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us But Detroit niggas early and ain't scurred to bust (Kon Artis) Word to my nigga Bugz, punks like you get beat up Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils With dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina Who's behind ya? Cadillac Pac or that transvestite? That dress like a Lil Kim fox You're just like a little windbox Press tight on the trigger of this Glock Swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat You knock Pac's songs without love to help you sleep You got shot in your video trying mock Pac You Mockaveli; get your own identity! (Eminem) Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da Don't blame me 'cause you washed up, lost your spot Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not Shooting at me, with the only shot you got Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop Don't you never say my little girl's name in a song again Fuckin' punk-pussy bitch! I'll fuck you up, boy! Never! Don't you never in your motherfuckin' life… I'll choke the shit out of you little motherfuckin' midget Hailie'll whip your motherfuckin' ass (Obie Trice) That's right, motherfuckers Shady records, what you know about it? Fuck Benzino! Fuck Ja Rule! Nigga, this Obie Trice right here talkin' to you motherfuckers Ja Rule punk ass, yeah, fuckin' Soul 4 Real ass Nigga, that's Soul 4 Real That the nigga from Soul 4 Real! Candy Rain-ass nigga, he got a deal, now he rappin' You don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers Get money to all my real niggas, man Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade (Hailie and Eminem) Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me? No, honey, you guys are the same size
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