Hailie's Revenge

I don't know, but I don't want to

Grow up to be like Ja Rule's little dirty-ass kids

Ha ha, yeah, c'mon

G-G-G-G-G-G-G Unit

Hailie, come here, baby! Bring Daddy his Oscar!

We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass

I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple

I'm quick to murder ink with lead

And I ain't talking 'bout a pencil

Look at what the **** you done got into

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

Claiming you a murderer, and you spelled it wrong

You put E before the D, ‘cause that's all you on

You on Pac's ****, you a replica guy

If he was still alive, you would never get by

All you do is cry, *****, keep it real

Life is more than imitating *****s and eating pills

And what kind of mother****er ruins three deals

That another ***** got you? They didn't see skills

And I ain't playin', you a brother getting cheated

And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover, ‘cause he need it

And all you *****s hating, shut your mouths!

It's just that real *****s ain't buying that **** y'all put out

Doe, rae, me, but we don't sing, mother****ers

So Murder Inc, do your thing, mother****ers

You unleashed on a team

Who expects nothin' less than R&B coming from that regime

\"Regime\" is a little extreme

Neck and neck with soldiers, mother****in' 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 **** with the triple beams

You's a mother****in' actor, slash Pac impersonating rapper

Slash Billie Holiday – how it happen?

Artist and repertoire saw him in action

Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him

Told him, \"Reenact him, you go platinum!\"

They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur

Don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenacting her boy

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

Shady slash Aftermath and Detroit, mother****er!

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

Don't blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot

Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa

Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac

Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not

Shooting 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 **** you pop

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

To the grievance and the crying and the intimate hugs

We don't take you serious, *****, you shook

You half of a half-way crook; get off X ****, go sing a hook!

*****, and you can't replace the late great one

And when you gone you only gon' be the late fake one

*****, please stick to the script

Before the guns stick to the clip

And Benzino, you ain't **** but a *****!

****in' 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 *****-made man; now, how you gonna connect

With them short ass arms, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex

You *****s can scream, holler and curse

Go ahead and respond

And pull that pen and pad up outta your purse

Slim didn't send Proof to get at the ****stas

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 stepping on bush stones

What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real *****s?

Roll like a boss, in the streets they still feel us

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

You talking nonsense to walking bomb threats

Contact was blown by Benzetta in The Source

Threaten at the boss, you gon' see me on your porch

Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us

But Detroit *****s early and ain't scurred to bust

Word to my ***** Bugz, punks like you get beat up

Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater

This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils

With ****s so much that he should be fixed with a vagina

Who's behind ya? Cadillac Pac or that transvestite?

That dress like a Lil Kim fox

You're just like a little windbox

Press tight on the trigger of this Glock

Swallow that little **** you got left to help you eat

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

You got shot in your video trying mock Pac

You Mockaveli; get your own identity!

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

Don't blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot

Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa

Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac

Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not

Shooting 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 **** you pop

That's right, mother****ers

Shady records, what you know about it?

**** Benzino! **** Ja Rule!

*****, this Obie Trice right here talkin' to you mother****ers

Ja Rule punk ass, yeah, ****in' Soul 4 Real ass

*****, that's Soul 4 Real

That the ***** from Soul 4 Real!

Candy Rain-ass *****, he got a deal, now he rappin'

You don't know what's, faggot-ass mother****ers

Get money to all my real *****s, man

Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade

Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me?

No, honey, you guys are the same size

[00:04.715]I don't know, but I don't want to

[00:06.674]Grow up to be like Ja Rule's little dirty-ass kids

[00:09.652]Ha ha, yeah, c'mon

[00:16.862]G-G-G-G-G-G-G Unit

[00:20.415]Hailie, come here, baby! Bring Daddy his Oscar!

[00:27.520]We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass

[00:28.774]I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple

[00:30.785]I'm quick to murder ink with lead

[00:32.274]And I ain't talking 'bout a pencil

[00:33.737]Look at what the **** you done got into

[00:35.618]I see you found your niche, you just a ***** with a menstrual

[00:38.779]Claiming you a murderer, and you spelled it wrong

[00:40.999]You put E before the D, ‘cause that's all you on

[00:43.350]You on Pac's ****, you a replica guy

[00:45.988]If he was still alive, you would never get by

[00:48.261]All you do is cry, *****, keep it real

[00:50.952]Life is more than imitating *****s and eating pills

[00:53.329]And what kind of mother****er ruins three deals

[00:55.732]That another ***** got you? They didn't see skills

[00:58.292]And I ain't playin', you a brother getting cheated

[01:00.748]And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover, ‘cause he need it

[01:03.229]And all you *****s hating, shut your mouths!

[01:05.528]It's just that real *****s ain't buying that **** y'all put out

[01:08.088]Doe, rae, me, but we don't sing, mother****ers

[01:10.517]So Murder Inc, do your thing, mother****ers

[01:12.999]You unleashed on a team

[01:14.514]Who expects nothin' less than R&B coming from that regime

[01:17.936]\"Regime\" is a little extreme

[01:20.392]Neck and neck with soldiers, mother****in' Marines

[01:22.873]Ja sold his soul to sing

[01:24.388]Weave eye-witness team on the TV screen, chase the greed

[01:28.150]Now that you've embraced the green

[01:30.005]Don't **** with the triple beams

[01:31.520]You's a mother****in' actor, slash Pac impersonating rapper

[01:35.125]Slash Billie Holiday – how it happen?

[01:37.476]Artist and repertoire saw him in action

[01:39.957]Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him

[01:42.387]Told him, \"Reenact him, you go platinum!\"

[01:44.738]They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur

[01:47.716]Don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenacting her boy

[01:50.354]So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash and destroy

[01:53.097]Shady slash Aftermath and Detroit, mother****er!

[01:56.937]Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da

[01:59.314]Don't blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot

[02:01.508]Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa

[02:03.938]Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac

[02:06.367]Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not

[02:08.875]Shooting at me, with the only shot you got

[02:11.304]Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac

[02:13.577]You'll get popped poppin' all that **** you pop

[02:16.059]Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs

[02:18.880]To the grievance and the crying and the intimate hugs

[02:21.126]We don't take you serious, *****, you shook

[02:23.138]You half of a half-way crook; get off X ****, go sing a hook!

[02:26.325]*****, and you can't replace the late great one

[02:28.859]And when you gone you only gon' be the late fake one

[02:31.157]*****, please stick to the script

[02:32.699]Before the guns stick to the clip

[02:33.979]And Benzino, you ain't **** but a *****!

[02:35.886]****in' old-ass, ignorant, innocent-lookin' senior citizen

[02:38.890]Built up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitive

[02:41.188]Wait a minute, hold on: is it me, or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on?

[02:45.969]A *****-made man; now, how you gonna connect

[02:48.451]With them short ass arms, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex

[02:50.906]You *****s can scream, holler and curse

[02:52.526]Go ahead and respond

[02:53.780]And pull that pen and pad up outta your purse

[02:55.530]Slim didn't send Proof to get at the ****stas

[02:58.194]He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas

[03:00.597]What up, Gotti? And this little war you pushed on

[03:03.079]Put your ear to the ground for stepping on bush stones

[03:05.561]What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real *****s?

[03:08.042]Roll like a boss, in the streets they still feel us

[03:10.420]It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept

[03:12.875]You talking nonsense to walking bomb threats

[03:15.409]Contact was blown by Benzetta in The Source

[03:17.708]Threaten at the boss, you gon' see me on your porch

[03:20.372]Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us

[03:22.331]But Detroit *****s early and ain't scurred to bust

[03:24.865]Word to my ***** Bugz, punks like you get beat up

[03:27.582]Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater

[03:30.037]This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils

[03:32.388]With ****s so much that he should be fixed with a vagina

[03:34.948]Who's behind ya? Cadillac Pac or that transvestite?

[03:38.606]That dress like a Lil Kim fox

[03:40.225]You're just like a little windbox

[03:42.184]Press tight on the trigger of this Glock

[03:44.170]Swallow that little **** you got left to help you eat

[03:47.174]You knock Pac's songs without love to help you sleep

[03:49.577]You got shot in your video trying mock Pac

[03:52.006]You Mockaveli; get your own identity!

[03:54.436]Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da

[03:56.317]Don't blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot

[03:59.138]Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa

[04:01.437]Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac

[04:03.788]Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not

[04:06.400]Shooting at me, with the only shot you got

[04:08.594]Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac

[04:11.050]You'll get popped poppin' all that **** you pop

[04:19.487]That's right, mother****ers

[04:20.010]Shady records, what you know about it?

[04:21.368]**** Benzino! **** Ja Rule!

[04:24.999]*****, this Obie Trice right here talkin' to you mother****ers

[04:30.877]Ja Rule punk ass, yeah, ****in' Soul 4 Real ass

[04:37.564]*****, that's Soul 4 Real

[04:38.687]That the ***** from Soul 4 Real!

[04:41.038]Candy Rain-ass *****, he got a deal, now he rappin'

[04:45.166]You don't know what's, faggot-ass mother****ers

[04:48.771]Get money to all my real *****s, man

[04:52.010]Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade

[05:06.246]Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me?

[05:08.467]No, honey, you guys are the same size