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Текст песни Eminem f D-12, Obie Trice - Doe Rae Me

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[Tupac Shakur]Get on your knees niggaGet 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 slutSo what`s Hailie gonna be when she grows up[Intro - Eminem - talking] + (Hailie) (*echo*)A haYeahC`mon, G-G-G-G-UNIT!Hailie (what?)Come here babyBring 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 simpleI`m quick to Murder Inc. with lead and I ain`t talkin about a pencilLook at what the fuck you done got intoI see you found your niche you just a bitch with a menstrualClaimin you a murderer and spelt it wrongYou put "E" before the "D" because that`s all you onYou 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 realLife is more than imitatin niggaz and eatin pillsAnd what kinda motherfucker ruins three dealsThat another nigga got you, they didn`t see skillsAnd I ain`t playin, you a brother gettin cheatedAnd Ja Rule be prayin on his color cause he need it(2Pac: Get on your knees and pray)And all you niggaz hatin, shut your mouthsIt`s just the real niggaz ain`t buyin that shit y`all put out[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]Doe Rae Me, but we don`t sing motherfuckersSo Murder Inc. do your thing motherfuckersYou unleashed on a teamWho expects nothin less than R & B comin from that regimeRegime, is a little extremeThat connect some soldiers, motherfuckin MarinesJa sold his soul to singWeave our witness team on the TV screenChased the greed, now that you embraced the greenDon`t fuck with them triple beamsYou`s a motherfuckin actor slash Pac impersonatin rapperSlash Billy Holiday, how it happen?Artists and repertoire saw him in actionPac assassination, Def Jam grabbed `emTold `em reenact `em, you go platinumThey seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur don`t enjoyJeffrey Atkins reenactin her boySo I`m click clackin the toy, mash and destroy (*gun cocked and fired*)Shady slash Aftermath in Detroit motherfucker (*gunshots*)[Chorus - Eminem] - w/ ad libsDoe ray me, you fly so latte da, don`t blame meCause you washed up, lost your spotI`m a stay on my side of my crusadeJa quit playin, knock it off you`re not TupacDon`t hate me cause you hot and your not goin at meThe only shot you gotJa quit playin knock it off you`re not TupacAnd get popped like all that shit you popC`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 hugsWe don`t take you serious nigga, you shookYou half of a halfway crookGet off X`s dick go sing a hook niggaAnd you can`t replace the late great oneAnd when you gone you only gon` be the late fake oneNigga please, stick to the scriptBefore the guns stick to the clipAnd Benzino you ain`t shit but a bitchFuckin old ass ignorant innocent lookin senior citizenBuilt up slap you like Grandmas all sensitiveWait 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 connectWith those short ass arms like a Tyrannosaurus RexYou niggaz could scream holla and curseGo 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 gangstasWhat up Gotti and this little war you pushed onPut your ear to the ground for stuckin your BridgestonesWhat`s wrong? Didn`t think we strong with real niggaz?Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel usIt`s real business, y`all ain`t caught the concept (bitch)When the talk get nonsense to walk in bomb threatsContacts was blown by Benzetta in The SourceThreatin at the boss you gonna see me on your porchNow Irv got the nerve to try to serve on usBut Detroit niggaz heard and they ain`t scurred to bust[Verse 5 - Kon Artis]Yo, props to my nigga Bugz, punks like you get beat upStomped unconscious and smacked with the heaterThis rap cookie monster get jabbed in the tonsils with dicksSo much that he should be fixed with a vaginaWho`s behind ya?Cadillac Pac or the transvestite that dressed like a Lil` Kim foxYour chest like a little wooden boxWhen I press tight on the trigger of this glockThat`s right all the little shit you got left to help you eatYour not Pac`s souls, without laws we`ll help you sleepYou got shot in your video tryin to mock PacYou Mockaveli, get your own idea (*gunshots fired*)[Chorus][Eminem - talking over the Chorus]Don`t you never say my little girl`s name in a song againFuckin punk, pussy, bitchI`ll fuck you up boyNever, never in your motherfuckin lifeSmack the shit out you little motherfuckin midgetHailie will whip your motherfuckin ass[Outro - Obie Trice - talking]Yeah, that`s right motherfuckersShady Records, what you know about?Fuck BenzinoFuck Ja Rule, niggaThis is Obie Trice right here talkin to you motherfuckersJa Rule punk assYeah, fuckin Soul 4 Real ass, nigga that`s Soul 4 RealThat`s the nigga from Soul 4 RealCandy reign ass niggaHe got a deal now he rappinHe don`t know what`s ..Faggot ass motherfuckersGive money to all my real niggas manObie Trice, D-12, G-Unit50 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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