EMINEM - Doe Rae Me lyrics

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(feat. D-12, Obie Trice)

[Tupac Shakur]

Get on your knees nigga

Get on your knees and pray, haha


[Ja Rule from +Loose Change+]

Em you claim your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut

So what's Hailie gonna be when she grows up

[Intro: Eminem: talking (Hailie: echo)]

A ha


C'mon, G-G-G-G-UNIT!

Hailie (what?)

Come here baby

Bring daddy his Oscar (okay)

Where gonna shove up Ja Rule's ass [laughing]

[Verse 1 - Swifty McVay]

I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple

I'm quick to Murder Inc. with lead and I ain't talkin about a pencil

Look at what the fuck you done got into

I see you found your niche you just a bitch with a menstrual

Claimin you a murderer and spelt it wrong

You put "E" before the "D" because that's all you on

You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica guy (*gunshots fired*)

If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)

All you do is cry, bitch keep it real

Life is more than imitatin niggaz and eatin pills

And what kinda motherfucker ruins three deals

That another nigga got you, they didn't see skills

And I ain't playin, you a brother gettin cheated

And Ja Rule be prayin on his color cause he need it

(2Pac: Get on your knees and pray)

And all you niggaz hatin, shut your mouths

It's just the real niggaz ain't buyin that shit y'all put out

[Verse 2 - 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 comin from that regime

Regime, is a little extreme

That connect some soldiers, motherfuckin Marines

Ja sold his soul to sing

Weave our witness team on the TV screen

Chased the greed, now that you embraced the green

Don't fuck with them triple beams

You's a motherfuckin actor slash Pac impersonatin rapper

Slash Billy Holiday, how it happen?

Artists and repertoire saw him in action

Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed 'em

Told 'em reenact 'em, you go platinum

They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur don't enjoy

Jeffrey Atkins reenactin her boy

So I'm click clackin the toy, mash and destroy (*gun cocked and fired*)

Shady slash Aftermath in Detroit motherfucker (*gunshots*)

[Chorus - Eminem] - w/ ad libs

Doe ray me, you fly so latte da, don't blame me

Cause you washed up, lost your spot

I'm a stay on my side of my crusade

Ja quit playin, knock it off you're not Tupac

Don't hate me cause you hot and your not goin at me

The only shot you got

Ja quit playin knock it off you're not Tupac

And get popped like all that shit you pop


[Verse 3 - Kuniva]

Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the slugs

'Til the grievance and the cryin and the intimate hugs

We don't take you serious nigga, you shook

You half of a halfway crook

Get off X's 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 Grandmas all sensitive

Wait a minute hold on (what's up?)

Is it me or do we look like a banana with braids and clothes on (*laughing*)

A bitch "Made Man", now how you gonna connect

With those short ass arms like a Tyrannosaurus Rex

You niggaz could scream holla and curse

Go ahead, respond and pull that pen and pad up outta your purse

[Verse 4 - Proof]

Slim didn't send Proof to get into +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 stuckin your Bridgestones

What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggaz?

Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel us

It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept (bitch)

When the talk get nonsense to walk in bomb threats

Contacts was blown by Benzetta in The Source

Threatin at the boss you gonna see me on your porch

Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us

But Detroit niggaz heard and they ain't scurred to bust

[Verse 5 - Kon Artis]

Yo, props to my nigga Bugz, punks like you get beat up

Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater

This rap cookie monster get jabbed in the tonsils with dicks

So much that he should be fixed with a vagina

Who's behind ya?

Cadillac Pac or the transvestite that dressed like a Lil' Kim fox

Your chest like a little wooden box

When I press tight on the trigger of this glock

That's right all the little shit you got left to help you eat

Your not Pac's souls, without laws we'll help you sleep

You got shot in your video tryin to mock Pac

You Mockaveli, get your own idea (*gunshots fired*)


[Eminem - talking over the Chorus]

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, never in your motherfuckin life

Smack the shit out you little motherfuckin midget

Hailie will whip your motherfuckin ass

[Outro - Obie Trice - talking]

Yeah, that's right motherfuckers

Shady Records, what you know about?

Fuck Benzino

Fuck Ja Rule, nigga

This is 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's the nigga from Soul 4 Real

Candy reign ass nigga

He got a deal now he rappin

He don't know what's ..

Faggot ass motherfuckers

Give money to all my real niggas man

Obie Trice, D-12, G-Unit

50 Cent, Hailie Jade [echo] [laughing]


Daddy is Ja Rule taller than me?


No honey you guys are the same size

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