"Hail Mary (Freestyle)"

HAIL MARY (FREESTYLE) Lyrics by Eminem
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 b**** 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 m*********as 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 p****
That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
b**** is wearin' rags in photos, Ja's words bein' quoted
In The Source stealin' Pac's s*** 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 f*****' 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 f*****' with this s***
I'm suck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quit
sayin' m*********as names before somebody f**** me up
Ain't no p****** over here partner, see you in hell, f****

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
m*********a, 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 f*** with me
It's Aftermath here down, Shady Records got it locked
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la locked

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never realize the precious time that b**** n***** is wastin'
Institutionalize my b****ez bring me product by the bundle
Hustle hard for da cell, G-Unit m*********a, 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
m*********as thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' it
Lil' n**** named Ja think he live like me
Talkin' about he left the hospital took nine like me
You livin' fantasies n****, I been checkin' deposit
When your lil' sweet a** gon' come out of the closet?
Now he wonderin' why DMX blowed him out
Next time grown folks talkin', b****, close yo mouth
Peep me, I take this war s*** deeply
Done seen too many real n***** ball to let these b**** n***** beat me
Black , you's a m***********' punk and you'll see me with gloves
Quit scarin' them f*****' kids with yo ugly a** mom
And you can tell them n***** you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what's goin' on
n**** payback, Tah, I know yo b**** a** 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 s***
Man, eat a fat d***!
Lovin' this s***, that's how you made me
Feelin' like I got you n***** crazy
Uh huh, against all odds
ONly my thug m*********as know
This be the realest s*** I ever wrote
Against all odds
Up in the studio gettin' blowed
To the truest s*** I ever spoke
21 gun salute, b****!
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo, I been one of the most humble
Reppin' streets to the core
Ay Jeffrey, what the f*** 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 f*****' respect you
It's kinda funny, wanna be Pac, wanna fake like he thug
Runnin' around talkin' s*** that he ain't capable of
Now let me off this c*** sucka, watch me handle you n****
If I recall, Violator used to manage you n****
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 b**** shot himself in front of Def Jam
Chedda bob a** n*****, start adjustin' yo plan
You let the streets down n****, apologize to yo fans
Watched you pull a lil' stunt like we ain't know what it was
Lil' f*****, desperate tryina reestablish a buzz
I know the s*** 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
"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 s***... it was fun...
Next time you got a problem man...
Address me before you try to make the s*** a public issue homey...
Now I'ma return back to my regular self...
And have fun again... one!
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