Eminem — Doe ray me текст песни (слова) lyrics

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[Tupac Shakur]
Get on your knees ni*ga
Get on your knees and pray, haha

[scratching]

[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
Yeah
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 f*ck you done got into
I see you found your niche you just a b*tch 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 ni*gaz and eatin pills
And what kinda motherf*cker ruins three deals
That another ni*ga 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 nig*az hatin, shut your mouths
It’s just the real nig*az ain’t buyin that sh*t y’all put out

[Verse 2 — Obie Trice]
Doe Rae Me, but we don’t sing motherf*ckers
So Murder Inc. do your thing motherf*ckers
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, motherf*ckin 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
C’MON!

[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 ni*ga, you shook
You half of a halfway crook

Get off X’s dick go sing a hook ni*ga
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 sh*t but a b*tch
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 (b*tch)
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 ni*gaz 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, b*tch
I’ll fuck you up boy

Never, never in your motherf*ckin life
Smack the shit out you little motherf*ckin midget
Hailie will whip your motherf*ckin a*s

[Outro — Obie Trice — talking]
Yeah, that’s right motherf*ckers
Shady Records, what you know about?
Fuck Benzino
Fuck Ja Rule, ni*ga

This is Obie Trice right here talkin to you motherf*ckers
Ja Rule punk a*s
Yeah, f*ckin Soul 4 Real a*s, ni*ga that’s Soul 4 Real
That’s the ni*ga from Soul 4 Real

Candy reign a*s nigga
He got a deal now he rappin
He don’t know what’s ..

Faggot as* motherf*ckers
Give money to all my real ni*gas man
Obie Trice, D-12, G-Unit
50 Cent, Hailie Jade [echo] [laughing]

[Hailie]
Daddy is Ja Rule taller than me?

[Eminem]
No honey you guys are the same size

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