Doe Ray Me

[Eminem & hailie]

[E]: Hailie, what do you want to be when you grow up baby?

[H]: I don't know but I don't want to grow up to be like ja rule's little dirty-ass kids.

[E]! Hh ha! yeah, c'mon! g-g-g-g g-unit! hailie...

[H]: What?

[E]: Come here baby, bring daddy his oscar!

[H]: Okay.

[E]: We're gonna shove it up ja rule's ass!

[Hailie laughs]

[Swifty]

I'm about to get to 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 fuck you don' get into

I see you found your niche, you just a bitch with a menstrual

Claimin' you a murderer and spelt it wrong

You put the e before the d because that's all you on.

You on pac's dick, you a replica guy

If he was still alive you would never get by

All you do is cry, bitch keep it real

Life is more then entertaining niggas and eatin' pills.

And what kind of muthafucka ruins 3 deals

And another nigga got ya, they didn't see skills

And I ain't playin, you a brotha gettin' cheated

And ja rule be prayin' on his colour cause he need it.

And all you niggas hatin', shut your mouths

It's just that real niggas ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out.

[Obie trice]

Do-ra-mi, but we don't sing motherfuckas

So murder inc. Do ya thing motherfuckas

You've unleashed on a team who expects nothin' less

Than r&b comin' from that regime

Regime it's a little extreme

Neck and necks with soldiers, muhfuckin' marines

Ja' sold his soul to sing

Weave eye-witness team on the tv screen, chase the greed

Now that you've embraced the green

Don't fuck with the triple beams

You's a muthafuckin actor slash pac impersonatin' rapper

Slash billie holliday how it happen?

Artist for repetuar saw him in action

Pac assassination def jam grabbed him

Told him reinact him, you go platinum

They seen it for sure, I know that afina shakur

Don't enjoy jeffery atkins reinactin' her boy

So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash and destroy, shady

Aftermath and detroit muthafuckas...

[Hook - eminem]

Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da

Don't blame me cuz you lost your boss's spot

Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa

Ja' quit playin' knock it off you're not 2pac

Don't make me, too hot and you're not

Shootin' at me, with the only shot you got

Ja quit playin' knock it off you're not 2pac

You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop

[Kuniva]

Now we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs

To the greivance and the cryin' and the intimate hugs

We don't take you serious nigga you shook you half of a half-way crook,

Get off x dick, go sing a hook nigga

And you can't replace the late greal 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 shit but a bitch

Fuckin' old ass ignorant innocent lookin' senior citizen

Built up, slap you like grimace, all sensitive

Wait a minute, hold on

Is it me or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on?

A bitch made man, now how you gonna connect with

Them short ass arms like a tyrannasaurus rex?

You niggas can scream holler and curse

Go ahead and respond and pull that pen and pad up outta ya purse.

[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

Whats wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggas?

Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel us

It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept

You talkin' nonsense to walk in conflicts

Contacts was blown by benzetta in the source

Threatin' at the boss you see me at your porch

Now lrv got the nerv to try and serve on us,

But detroit niggas urban and ain't scared of the bus

[Mr. Porter]

Word to my nigga bugs, punks like you get beat up

Stomped unconcious and smacked with the heater

This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils

With dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina

Who's behind ya? Cadillic pac or that transvestite

Who dress like a lil kim fox,

Her chest like a little windbox

Press tight on the trigger of this glock

Swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat

You knock pac's songs without love to help you sleep

You got shot in your video tryin mock pac

You 'mockaveli', get your own identity.

[Eminem overdubs hook]

Yeah!

Don't you never say my little girl's name in a song again!

Fuckin' punk pussy little bitch!

I'll fuck you up boy!

Never! Never in your muthafuckin life!

I'll choke the shit outchu little muthafuckin bitch!

Hailie can whip your muthafuckin ass!

[Obie trice speaking]

Yeah! That's right muthafuckas

Shady records, whatchu know about it?

Fuck benzino, fuck ja rule

Nigga, this obie trice right here talkin' to you muthafuckas

Ja rule punk ass... Yeah!

Fuckin soul for real ass... Nigga that's soul for real

That the nigga from soul for real! Candy rain ass nigga...

He got a deal now he rappin'

You don't know what's... Faggot ass muhfuckas

Get money to all my real niggas, man

Obie trice, d12, g unit, 50 cent...

Hailie jade!!!

[50 Cent (laughing)]

Hailie]

Daddy is ja rule taller than me?

[Eminem]

No honey, you guys are the same size...

[Eminem laughs]