50 Cent - Hail Mary Remix Lyrics

[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 motherf*ckas 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 wearin' rags in photos, Ja's words bein' quoted

In The Source stealin' Pac's shit like he just wrote it

You loudmouths, pray to God hopin' no one's listenin'

See 50 comin' 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 feelin' so invincible

Now all a sudden I'm a f*ckin' mad man who screams like I'm Pac

But I'm not, enemies, Hennessy

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 f*ckin' with this shit

I'm suck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quit

sayin' motherf*ckas names before somebody f*cks me up

Ain't no pussies over here partner, see you in hell, f*cka

[Chorus: Eminem]

Come get me

Motherf*cka, 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 f*ck with me

It's Aftermath gettin' down, 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 wastin'

Institutionalize my bitchez bring me product by the bundle

Hustle hard for my sale, G-Unit motherf*cka, we ballin'

Catch me countin' cheese and when I'm callin', do you accept my calls?

Still let me sip on Hennessy, can I sip some more?

Hell, I done been to jail, I ain't scared

Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there

I got a head with no screws in it

Motherf*ckas thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' it

Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me

Talkin' about he left the hospital took nine like me

You livin' fantasies nigga, I been checkin' deposit

When your lil' sweet ass gon' come out of the closet?

Now he wonderin' why DMX blowed him out

Next time grown folks talkin', 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 Child, you's a motherf*ckin' punk and you'll see me with gloves

Quit scarin' them f*ckin' 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 goin' on

Nigga payback, Tah, I know yo bitch ass from way back

Witness me strap the mac, knew I don't play that

All these old rappers tryina advance

It's all over now, take it like a man [haha!]

Irv lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick

Tryina playa hate on my shit

Man, eat a fat dick!

Lovin' this shit, that's how you made me

Feelin' like I got you niggaz crazy

Uh huh, against all odds

Hopin' my thug motherf*ckas know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Against all odds

Up in the studio gettin' blowed

To the truest shit I ever spoke

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

Ay yo, I been one of the most humble

Reppin' streets to the core

Ay Jeffrey, what the f*ck you come and bother me for?

It's been a long time comin', like a blessing to check you

See, 106 & Park fans don't even f*ckin' respect you

It's kinda funny, wanna be Pac, wanna fake like he thug

Runnin' around talkin' 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 wasn't impostured

There's never been a Violator on the Murder Inc. roster, dumbass

Now, who shootin'? Awww, made you look!

You said Bust' singin' the same old hook? You stupid!

If y'all shootin', I take a look at yo man

The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam

Chedda bob ass niggaz, start adjustin' 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 drivin' you crazy, you wonderin' how

The streets ain't never want you, Beatrice, whachu gonna do now?

Now if you wanna beef with me, then I'm beefin' 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!