LYRICS
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth like a 12 gauge shotty
And Ja said he should be
The lost forgotten seed of 2Pac
To lead this industry into the ways of the man
Follow me!
Come get me
If you Mother****ers want Shady
If Pac was still here now
He would never ride with Ja
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
You ain't no killer, you a mother****er
That Ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
Mother****ers wearing rags in photos, Ja's words being quoted
In The Source, stealing Pac's shit like he just wrote it
You loud mouths pray to god hoping no one's listening
See 50 coming for me, Oh my god ma, my position
No one will pay attention to me
Please Gotti, here I go, give me this pill
Ecstasy done got me feeling so invincible
Now all of a sudden I'm a ****ing madman who screams
Like I'm Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennessey
Acting 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, ****ed from this mother****er
I'm stuck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'mma quit
Saying mother****ers names before somebody ****s me up
Ain't no b*****s over here, partner, see you in hell, mother****er
Come get me
Mother****ers 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
Before you try to come and **** with me
It's Aftermath here now
Shady Records got it locked
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-locked
Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never realized the precious time that mother****ing mother****ers is wasting
Institutionalized, my mother****er bring me product by the bundles
Hustle hard from a cell, G-Unit mother****er, we balling
Catch me counting trees and when I'm calling, can you set my call
CEO let me sip on Hennessey, can I sip some more
Hell, I done been to jail, I ain't scared
Mama checking in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it
Mother****ers thinking they can stop 50, they losing it
Lil' mother****ers named Ja think he live like me
Talking 'bout he left the hospital, took 9 like me
You live in fantasies mother****er, I reject your deposit
When your lil' sweet ass gon' come out of the closet?
Now he wondering why DMX blowed him out
Next time grown folks talking mother****er, close your mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real mother****ers ball to let these mother****ing mother****ers beat me
You's a mother****ing punk and you can see me with gloves
Quit scaring them ****ing kids with your ugly ass mug
And you can tell them mother****ers you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what's going on
Mother****er payback, I know your mother****ing ass from way back
Witnessed me strapped with Macs, you know I don’t play that
All these old rappers trying to advance
It's all over now, take it like a man
Irv looking like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Trying to playa hate on my mother****er, man eat a fat mother****er
Loving this shit that's how you made me
Feeling like I got you mother****ers crazy
Against all odds, hoping my thug mother****ers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio getting blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke
21 gun salute
I've been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core
Hey Jeffrey, what the **** you come involving me for
It's been a long time coming, like a bless and a check
You see 106 and Park fans don't even ****ing respect you
It's kinda funny, wannabe Pac, wanna fake like you thug
Running around talking shit that he ain't capable of
Now let me off this shit whilst we handle you, mother****er
If I recall, Violator use to manage you, mother****er
Then took a closer look and realized you was an impostor
There's never been a Violator on a Murda Inc roster
Dumb ass, now who's shooting?
Ah made you look
You said Bus singing the same old hook, you stupid
If y'all shooting
I take a look at your man, the mother****er shot himself in front of Def Jam
Cheddar Bob ass mother****ers start adjusting your plan
You let the streets down *************, 'pologize to your fans
Watch you pull a little stunt like we ain't know what it was
Little ************* desperate trying to re-establish a buzz
I know the shit is drivin' you crazy, you wonderin' how
The streets ain't never want you Beatrice, what you gonna do now
Now if you wanna beef with me, then I'm beefing with you
I think about the game and what it's like and what would it be without you
I'm finished, I ain't trying to repeat this
JJust cause I'm cool, you shouldn't take my kindness for weakness
It was fun
Next time you got a problem with me
Address me before you try to make shit a public issue homie
And I'mma return back to my regular self
And have fun again
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