EMINEM - Hail Mary 2003 (Ja Rule Diss) lyrics

rate me

[Erv Gotti]

Everybody wants to make comparisons to Pac, and X, and me, YALL NIGGAZ want to see Pac come back? You want to see this shit? He's in, he's here.


Makaveli rest in peace

Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body

Mouth like a .12 gauge shotti


(HAIL MARY} Come get me

If you mothafuckers want Shady


And ja said he shall be the lost begotten seed of 2pac

To lead this industry into the ways of the man

Follow me

Keep my mesh vest as pacs vest}

If Pac was still here now,

He would never ride with Ja,

na na na na na na na na


You ain't no killa, you a pussy

That exstacy dun' got you all emotional and moushy

Bitches wearin rags in photos, Ja's words bein quoted

In the SOURCE, stealin 'Pac's shit like he just wrote it

You loud mouth, pray to God, hopin no one's listenin

See 50 comin for me, Oh my God my, my position

No one pays attention

To me, please Gotti, here I go

Gimme this pill, exstacy dun' got me feelin so


Now all of a sudden I'm a fuckin mad man who screams

Like I'm 'Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennesy

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, fucked from this shit

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

Sayin mothafucka's name's before somebody fucks me up

Ain't no pussies over here, partner, see you hell, fucker

[Eminem & Busta in background]

Come get me

Motherfucker, 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

Before you try to come and fuck with me

It's Aftermath here now

Shady Records got it locked

La, la, la, la , la, la, la, la

[50 Cent]

Penatenturies is packed with promise makers

Never realized the precious time them bitch niggas is wastin

Insitutionalize, my bitches bring me product by the bundles

Hustle hard from the cell, G-Unit mothafucka, WE BALLIN

Catch me count trees and when I'm callin

Can you set my car, Ceo let me sip on Henessy, "Can I sip some more?"

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

Momma checkin in my bedroom, I ain't there

I got a head with no screws in it

Mothafuckas thinkin they can stop 50... they losin it

Lil' nigga named Ja, think he live like me

Talkin about he left the hospital, took 9 like me

You live in fantasies nigga

I rejected ya deposit

When your lil sweet ass goin come out of the closet

now he wonder why DMX blowed him out

next time grown folks talkin bitch close your mouth

Peep me, I take this war shit deeply

cause i Seen too many real niggas ballin let these bitch niggas beat me

Black, yous a mothafuckin punk and you dont see me with gloves

quit scarin them fuckin kids with you ugly ass mug

and you can tell them niggas you roll with whatever you want

but you and i know whats goin on

Nigga pay back Tah, I know your bitch ass from way back

Witness me strap with macs You know I don't play that

All these old rappers tryin to advance its all over now -- take it like a man

HAHA--Irv lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick

tryin to playa hate on my shit- Made of fat dick

Lovin this shit thats how you made me

feelin like I got you niggas crazy (Uh huh)

Against all odds up lettin my thug mothafuckas know

This'll be the realist shit I ever wrote

Against all odds, up in the studio gettin blow to the truest shit i ever spoke, 21 gun salute

[(Fades in) Busta Rhymes:]

Hey yo I've been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core

Hey Jeffrey, What the fuck you come involvin me for?

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

see 106 and park fans don't even fuckin respect you

Its 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

then took a closer look and realized you was an impostor

theres never been a Violator on a Murda Inc roster.

Dumbass Now who shoot?

oh I made you look, you said Bus' singin the same ol' hook,

You Stupid if yall shootin

I take a look at ya man tha bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam

Chedda Bob ass niggaz start adjustin ya plan

you let the streets down nigga 'pologize to ya fans

watch ya pull a lil stunt like we ain't know what it was

Lil faggot desperate tryin to re-establish a buzz

I know tha shit is drivin you crazy You wonderin how

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

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

I think about tha game and what its like AND WHAT WOULD IT BE WITHOUT YOU

You finished I ain't tryin to repeat this just because I'm cool shouldn' take my kindness for weakness

(50 laughs: Oh shit)

[Busta speakin]

It was fine Next time you got a problem mate, Address me

before you try to make tha shit a public issue homie, Now i'ma return back to my regular self

and have fun again

[50 Cent Outro]

Hahaha, BITCH!

Haha, outlawz

Makaveli's dog

said you want to be tupac mother fucker

Tupac shoes to big for you to walk in you lil' faggot



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