[Intro: Eminem]. Makaveli rest in peace. Irv Gotti too much Bacardi in his body. Mouth like a 12 gauge shotty (feel me!). {*starts singing chorus in background*}. And this bitch said he should be. The lost forgotten seed of Tupac. To lead this industry into the ways of the man. Follow me...!. [Chorus: Eminem]. Come get me. If you motherfuckas want Shady. If Pac was still here now. He would never ride with Ja. Na na na na na na na na. [Verse 1: Eminem]. You ain't no killa you a pussy. That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy. Bitch is wearin' rags in photos Ja's words bein' quoted. In The Source stealin' Pac's shit like he just wrote it. You loudmouths pray to God hopin' no one's listenin'. See 50 comin' for me I'ma guard 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. Now all a sudden I'm a fuckin' mad man who screams like I'm Pac. But I'm not enemies Hennessy. 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 fuckin' with this shit. I'm suck I'm addicted to these drugs I'ma quit. sayin' motherfuckas names before somebody fucks me up. Ain't no pussies over here partner see you in hell fucka. [Chorus: Eminem]. Come get me. Motherfucka 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. 'Fore you try to come and fuck with me. It's Aftermath gettin' down Shady Records got it locked. La la la la la la la la. [Verse 2: 50 Cent]. Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers. Never realize the precious time that bitch niggaz is wastin'. Institutionalize my bitchez bring me product by the bundle. Hustle hard for my sale G-Unit motherfucka we ballin'. Catch me countin' cheese and when I'm callin' do you accept my. calls?. Still 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. Motherfuckas thinkin' they can stop 50 they losin' it. Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me. Talkin' about he left the hospital took nine like me. You livin' fantasies nigga I been checkin' 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' bitch close yo mouth. Peep me I take this war shit deeply. Done seen too many real niggaz ball to let these bitch niggaz. beat me. Black Child you's a motherfuckin' punk and you'll see me with. gloves. Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids with yo ugly ass mug. And you can tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you want. But you and I know what's goin' on. Nigga payback Tah I know yo bitch ass from way back. Witness me strap the mac knew I don't play that. All these old rappers tryina advance. It's all over now take it like a man [haha!]. Irv lookin' like Larry Holmes flabby and sick. Tryina playa hate on my shit. Man eat a fat dick!. Lovin' this shit that's how you made me. Feelin' like I got you niggaz crazy. Uh huh against all odds. Hopin' my thug motherfuckas know. This be the realest shit I ever wrote. Against all odds. Up in the studio gettin' blowed. To the truest shit I ever spoke. [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]. Ay yo I been one of the most humble. Reppin' streets to the core. Ay Jeffrey what the fuck you come and bother me for?. It's been a long time comin' like a blessing to check you. See 106 & Park fans don't even fuckin' respect you. It's 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. They took a closer look and realized you wasn't impostured. There's never been a Violator on the Murder Inc. roster dumbass. Now who shootin'? Awww made you look!. You said Bust' singin' the same old hook? You stupid!. If y'all shootin' I take a look at yo man. The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam. Chedda bob ass niggaz start adjustin' yo plan. You let the streets down nigga apologize to yo fans. Watched you pull a lil' stunt like we ain't know what it was. Lil' faggot desperate tryina reestablish a buzz. I know the shit is drivin' you crazy you wonderin' how. The streets ain't never want you Beatrice whachu 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. {*imitating Ja Rule*} "What would it be without you?". You finished I ain't tryina repeat this. Just 'cause I'm cool you shouldn't take my kindness for. weakness. [Busta Rhymes talking]. Oh shit... it was fun.... Next time you got a problem man.... Address me before you try to make the shit a public issue. homey.... Now I'ma return back to my regular self.... And have fun again... one!