Hailie Jade - Doe Rae Me (Hailie's Revenge) lyrics

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Hailie Jade - Doe Rae Me (Hailie's Revenge) lyrics

[Intro: Eminem + Hailie] Hailie, what do you want to be when you grow up, baby? I don't know, but I don't want to Grow up to be like Ja Rule's little dirty-a** kids Ha ha, yeah, c'mon G-G-G-G-G-G-G Unit Hailie, come here, baby! Bring Daddy his Oscar! We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's a** [Verse 1: 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 f** you done got into I see you found your niche, you just a b**h 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, b**h, keep it real Life is more than imitating n***as and eating pills And what kind of motherf**er ruins three deals That another n***a got you? They didn't see sk**s 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 n***as hating, shut your mouths! It's just that real n***as ain't buying that sh** y'all put out [Verse 2: Obie Trice] Doe, rae, me, but we don't sing, motherf**ers So Murder Inc, do your thing, motherf**ers 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, motherf**in' 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 f** with the triple beams You's a motherf**in' actor, slash Pac impersonating rapper Slash Billie Holiday – how it happen? Artist and repertoire saw him in action Pac a**a**ination, 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, motherf**er! [Hook: 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 sh** you pop [Verse 3: 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, n***a, you shook You half of a half-way crook; get off X dick, go sing a hook! n***a, and you can't replace the late great one And when you gone you only gon' be the late fake one n***a, please stick to the script Before the guns stick to the clip And Benzino, you ain't sh** but a b**h! f**in' old-a**, 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 b**h-made man; now, how you gonna connect With them short a** arms, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex You n***as can scream, holler and curse Go ahead and respond And pull that pen and pad up outta your purse [Verse 4: Proof] Slim didn't send Proof to get at the wa*kstas 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 n***as? 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 n***as early and ain't scurred to bust [Verse 5: Kon Artis] Word to my n***a 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 sh** 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! [Hook: 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 sh** you pop [Over hook] Don't you never say my little girl's name in a song again f**in' punk-p**y b**h! I'll f** you up, boy! Never! Don't you never in your motherf**in' life… I'll choke the sh** out of you little motherf**in' midget Hailie'll whip your motherf**in' a** [Outro: Obie Trice] That's right, motherf**ers Shady records, what you know about it? f** Benzino! f** Ja Rule! n***a, this Obie Trice right here talkin' to you motherf**ers Ja Rule punk a**, yeah, f**in' Soul 4 Real a** n***a, that's Soul 4 Real That the n***a from Soul 4 Real! Candy Rain-a** n***a, he got a deal, now he rappin' You don't know what's, f*ggot-a** motherf**ers Get money to all my real n***as, man Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade [Outro: Hailie and Eminem] Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me? No, honey, you guys are the same size