Hail Mary lyrics

[Sample: Ja Rule]
Everybody wants to make comparisons to Pac and X and me
Y'all n*ggas wanna see Pac come back?
Y'all wanna see this sh*t?
It's here n*gga, it's here

[Intro: Eminem]
Makaveli, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12-gauge shotty (Feel me)
(Come get me)
And Ja said he shall be the last begotten seed of 2Pac
To lead this industry into the ways of the man
(Motherf*ckers if you want Shady)
(If Pac was still here now, he would never ride with Ja)
Follow me
(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
Keep my mesh vest as Pac's vest

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
If you muthaf*ckas want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
[Verse 1: Eminem]
You ain't no killa, you a pus*y
That Ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
b*tches wearin' rags in photos, Ja's words bein' quoted
In The Source, stealin' Pac's sh*t like he just wrote it
You loud mouths pray to God, hopin' no one's listenin'
See 50 comin' for me, oh my god, 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
And now all of a sudden I'm a f*ckin' madman who screams
Like I'm Pac, but I'm not, enemies, Hennessey
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*cked from this sh*t
I'm stuck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quit
Sayin' muthaf*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*cker if you want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Get off that E
'Fore you try to come and f*ck with me
It's Aftermath here now
Shady Records got it locked
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-locked
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never realized the precious time that b*tch n*ggas is wastin'
Institutionalized, my b*tches bring me product by the bundles
Hustle hard from a cell, G-Unit, muthaf*cka, we ballin'
Catch me countin' cheese and when I'm callin', can you accept my call?
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
Muthaf*ckas thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' it
Lil' n*gga named Ja think he live like me
Talkin' 'bout he left the hospital, took nine like me
You live in fantasies, n*gga, I reject your 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', b*tch, close your mouth
Peep me, I take this war sh*t deeply
Done seen too many real n*ggas ball to let these b*tch n*ggas beat me, Black
You's a muthaf*ckin' punk and you'll see me with gloves
Quit scarin' them f*ckin' kids with your ugly-ass mug (Hahaha)
And you can tell them n*ggas you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what's goin' on
n*gga, payback! Tah, I know your b*tch ass from way back
Witnessed me strapped with Macs, knew I don’t play that
All these old rappers tryin' to advance
It's all over now, take it like a man (Ha-ha)
Irv lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Tryna playa-hate on my sh*t, man, eat a fat di*k
Lovin' this sh*t, that's how you made me
Feelin' like I got you n*ggas crazy, uh-huh
Against all odds, hopin' my thug muthaf*ckas know
This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blowed
To the truest sh*t I ever spoke
Twenty-one gun salute, b*tch!
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo, I've been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core
Hey Jeffrey, what the f*ck you come involvin' me for
It's been a long time comin', like a bless and a check
You see, 106 and Park fans don't even f*ckin' respect you
It's kinda funny, wannabe Pac, wanna fake like you thug
Runnin' around talkin' sh*t that he ain't capable of
Now let me off this c*cksucker whilst we handle you, n*gga
If I recall, Violator use to manage you, n*gga
Then took a closer look and realized you was an impostor
There's never been a Violator on a Murda Inc. roster, dumbass
Now who's shootin'? Ah, made you look
You said Bus singin' the same old hook? You stupid
If y'all shootin', I take a look at your man—
The b*tch shot himself in front of Def Jam
Cheddar Bob–ass n*gga, start adjustin' your plan
You let the streets down n*gga, 'pologize to your fans
Watch you pull a little stunt like we ain't know what it was
Little faggot desperate tryin' to re-establish a buzz
I know the sh*t 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 the game and what it's like and
WHAT WOULD IT BE WITHOUT YOUUUUUUU!!
You finished, I ain't tryna repeat this
Just 'cause I'm cool, you shouldn't take my kindness for weakness (Oh sh*t)

[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
Hahahaha
It was fun
Next time you got a problem with me
Address me before you try to make sh*t a public issue, homie
Now I'ma return back to my regular self
And have fun again

[Outro: 50 Cent & 2Pac]
Hahaha, biatch!
Haha, Outlawz, haha
Makaveli the Don, haha
Since you wanna be 2Pac, motherf*cker, hahaha
2Pac's shoes too big for you to walk in, you lil' faggot
Hahaha
(What do we have here now?)