50 Cent, Eminem & Busta Rhymes Fuck Murder INC. Lyrics

[Eminem]

Mackavellie rest in peace

Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body

Mouth on a 12 gauge shotty

[Chorus]

Come get me if you m_________as want Shady

If Pac was still here now he would never ride wit Ja

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

[Repeat]

[Eminem]

You ain't no killa, you a p____

That ecstacy done got you all emotional and mushy

b____es wearin' rags in photos

Ja's words bein' quoted

and The Source stealin' Pac's s___ like he just wrote it

Loud mouth, 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, gimme dis pill

This ecstacy done got me feelin' so...invincible

Now all a sudden I'm a f___in' madman

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 up from this s___

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

sayin' m_________a's names before somebody f___s me up

Ain't no p____es over here partna

See you in hell f___a

[Repeat 1st Chorus]

Get off that E, before you try to come an' f___ wit me

It's Aftermath here now, Shady records got it locked

La la la la la la la locked

[50 Cent]

Penetentaries is packed wit promised mates

Never realize the precious time that b____ n____s is wastin'

Institutionalize my b____es, bring me prada by the bundles

Hustle hard from the sale, G-Unit m_________a, we ballin'

Catch me count the cheese and when I'm callin', do you accept my call?

See you let me sip on Hennesy...(something)

Hell, I been to jail, I ain't scared

Momma checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there

I got a head wit no screws in it

m_________as thinkin' they can stop 50...they loosin' it

Lil' n____ named Ja think he a lot like me

Talkin' bout he left the hospital, took 9 like me

You live in fantasies n____, I been checkin' the project
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When yo' lil' sweet a__ gon' come outta tha closet?

Now you wonderin' why DMX blowed 'em out

Next time grown folks talkin b____, close yo' mouth, 'peat me

I take dis bullshit deeply

Done seen too many real n____s ballin' to let these b____ n____s beat me

You's a m________in' punk...(something)

Quit scarin' them f___in' kids wit your ugly a__ mug

And you can tell them n____s you roll wit whatever you want

But you and I know what's goin' on

n____ payback - time, knew yo' b____ a__ from way back

when we was strapped wit Mac's, you know I don't play dat

All these old rappers tryin' to advance

it's all over now, take it like a man

Irv lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby an' sick

Tryin' to playa hate on my s___, man eat a fat d___

Lovin' dis s___ is how you made me, feelin' like I got you n____s crazy

Uh huh, against all odds

All of my thug m_________as know, dis be tha realest s___ I ever wrote

Against all odds

Up in da studio gettin' blows to tha truest s___ I ever spoke

21 gun salute! (b_____!)

[Busta Rhymes]

Hey yo, I been one of tha most humble rappers street to the core

And Jeffrey, what tha f___ you come an' bother me for?

It's been a long time comin', like a...(something)

See 106(?) and Pac fans won't even respect you

It's kinda funny when you pop one fake like you thug

Goin' around talkin' s___ he ain't capable of

Let me off this c___sucker, watch me handle you n____

If I recall, Violated used to manage you n____

We took a closer look and realized you was a imposter

There's never been a Violator on tha Murder, Inc. roster

Dumbass, now who's shootin'...aww made you look

You said Bust singin' the same ol' hook, you stupid

If ya'll shootin', I'd take a look atcha man

The b____ shot himself in front of Def Jam

Cheddar Bob a__ n____, start adjustin' ya plan

You left tha streets now n____, apologize to yo' fans

Why'd you pull that lil' stunt like you didn't know what it was

Lil' f__got desperate, tryin' to reestablish a buzz

I know dis s___ is drivin' you crazy, you wonderin' how

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

n____ wanna beef wit me, then I'm beefin' wit you

I think about the game, what it's like and

WHAT WOULD IT BE WITHOUT YOU

You finished, I ain't tryin' to repeat this

Just cuz I'm cool, shouldn't take my kindness for weakness

It was fun

next time you got a problem man

address me before you try to make s___ a public issue homie

Now I'm gonna return back to my regular self and have fun again

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