Loose Change (50 Cent & Eminem Diss) lyrics

[Intro]
These faggot ass n*ggas
Ayo Buck, word to mother
YO, THEY HAD YOUNG MALCOLM SILENCED TOO LONG BABY
THEY CAN'T f*ckIN' HOLD ME DOWN, n*ggA
The f*ck these n*ggas thought?
It's the I.N.C., n*gga, it's Murda
M.I.B., n*ggA!
MURDER INC. BOSSES!
Motherf*ckers!
Ja Rule, haha
Ayo Buck
Turn this sh*t up on my motherf*ckin' headphones, turn me up, n*gga
f*ck these faggots
Haha
It's real, n*gga
Yeah, it's real n*gga (Ayo, word to mother)
(f*ck YOU LOOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT!) Yeah
Yeah, (FEMINEM I'MA SLAP THE sh*t OUTTA YOU b*tch!)
MURDER INC., n*ggAAAASSSS!

[Verse 1]
How many n*ggas hold the heat like Rule
Sidearm, barrel in mouth to blow your head out to the south
And let little J get to airin' ya out
And if there's any change left
I toss you on down to the west (Westsideeeee)
And let Tha Row ride down on ya
California, love is what you crave, so on your grave
It's gonna read: "Here lie 50, who snitched on many (Snitch)
That half a dollar, that nickel, them dimes, and died like penny" (Yeah)
And Murder Inc.'ll send they deepest condolences and sympathies
To Aftermath and Shady, Interscope and Jimmy Iovine
Ya know your team (You ain't safe n*gga) they really some peons
Gettin' peed on and linked on
I'm talkin' 'bout faggot ass gay Dre Young
And Suge told me all about how you used to take transvestites home (Faggot)
And occasionally wear thongs
No wonder Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps and tight lil dresses
My pumps they leave big messes
And I know the Truth Hurts when I bust reckless
Battle of the sexes, is that a woman or a man?
I really don't care to stand but 50 you gon' get shot again
By the M-U-R-E-D-R Inc. (n*ggaaaa)
I'm the rapper that sings, totes guns and blings
And these Fed's can't discuss 'em
'Cause Lighty's violatin us, usin' his powderpuff
(f*ck you Lighty!) cryin' b*tch to Russell, like
[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
They shootin'
Ah Chris ya shook
And got Bus rhymin' the same ol' hook, like
They shootin', I ain't shoot up ya land
I oughta put ya in the coroner van
Like my n*gga J-MUAH!
The dandruff Vanquish should be the get away car
When I clap at y'all broads
And Em, what's the durag for?
You never gon' have waves, you'll never know black pain
But you could become the first white rapper slain
Just get your money, man
The Inc. is runnin' thangs, hideout wit Loose Change
And you n*gga, I'ma send ya to mommy
With strict orders from Gotti to hide the body
And Dre, your day's comin' too
'Cause I got a team of misfits that squat and handle they business
'Cause I'm shootin', at all y'all n*ggas
And Lil' Mo, you just one of them b*tches
That ain't had a hot song in how long, never
Your better off wit a di*k in your mouth, shut up
Em, you claim your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known sl*t
So what's Hailie gon' be when she grows up?
[Outro]
MURDA!
Y'ALL KNOW WHAT IT IS!
MURDA!
Y'ALL KNOW WHAT IT BE!
MURDA!
Y'ALL KNOW WHAT IT IS!
MURDA!
I.N.C