50 Cent - Hail Mary (ja Rule Diss) lyrics

Artist: 50 Cent f/ Busta Rhymes, Eminem Album: Hail Mary 12" (white label) Song: Hail Mary (Ja Rule Diss) [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 b**h 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**as 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 k**a, you a p**y That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy b**h is wearin' rags in photos, Ja's words bein' quoted In The Source stealin' Pac's sh** 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**in' 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**ed from this sh** I'm stuck, I'm addicted to these d**, I'ma quit sayin' motherf**as names before somebody f**s me up Ain't no pussies over here partner, see you in hell, f**a [Chorus: Eminem] Come get me Motherf**a, 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** with me It's Aftermath here now, 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 b**h n***az is wastin' Institutionalize my b**hez bring me product by the bundles Hustle hard for my cell, G-Unit motherf**a, we ballin' Catch me countin' cheese and when I'm callin', can you accept my calls? C.O. 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**as thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' it Lil' n***a named Ja think he live like me Talkin' about he left the hospital took nine like me You livin' fantasies n***a, I reject your deposit When your lil' sweet a** gon' come out of the closet? Now he wonderin' why DMX blowed him out Next time grown folks talkin', b**h, close yo mouth Peep me, I take this war sh** deeply Done seen too many real n***az ball to let these b**h n***az beat me Black, you's a motherf**in' punk and you'll see me with gloves Quit scarin' them f**in' kids with yo ugly a** mug And you can tell them n***az you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's goin' on n***a payback, Tah, I know yo b**h a** from way back Witness me strap with macs, 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 sh** Man, eat a fat dick! Lovin' this sh**, that's how you made me Feelin' like I got you n***az crazy Uh huh, against all odds Hopin' my thug motherf**as know This be the realest sh** I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio gettin' blowed To the truest sh** I ever spoke (Twenty-one gun salute... b*tch!) [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Ay yo, I been one of the most humble Reppin' streets to the core Ay Jeffrey, what the f** you come involvin' me for? It's been a long time comin', like a blessing to check you See, 106 & Park fans don't even f**in' respect you It's kinda funny, wanna be Pac, wanna fake like he thug Runnin' around talkin' sh** that he ain't capable of Now let me off this co*k s**a, watch me handle you n***a If I recall, Violator used to manage you n***a They took a closer look and realized you was an imposter There's never been a Violator on the Murder Inc. roster, dumba** 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 b**h shot himself in front of Def Jam Chedda bob a** n***az, start adjustin' yo plan You let the streets down n***a, apologize to yo fans Watched you pull a lil' stunt like we ain't know what it was Lil' f*ggot, desperate tryina reestablish a buzz I know the sh** 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 sh**... it was fun... Next time you got a problem man... Address me before you try to make the sh** a public issue homey... Now I'ma return back to my regular self... And have fun again... one!