Doe rae me de Obie Trice Featuring D12 & Eminem

on your knees nigga get on your knees and pray

em you claim your mother's a crackhead and kim is a known slut
so what's hailie gonna be when she grows up?

hahaaaa, yeah, come on
g g g g g-unit
hailie (what??)
come here baby
bring daddy his oscar (ok)
were gonna shove it up ja rule's ass (hehehe)
swifty:
i'm about to get rid of some hoes it's simple
i put the murder inc with lead and i'm not talking about a pencil
look at what the fuck you dun got into
i see you found your nitch you're just a bitch with a menstral
claiming you a murderer and spelt it wrong
you but the "e" before the "d" because that's all you on
you on pac's dick you a replica guy if he were still alive you would never get by
all you do is cry bitch keep it real life is more than imitating niggas and eating pills
and what kind of mothafucker ruins 3 deals that another nigga got you they didn't see skills
and i ain't playing your a brother getting cheated
and ja rule be praying on his cover cause he need it
and you niggas hating shut your mouths
it's just the real niggas is not buying that shit you put out
obie:
doe rae me but we don't sing motherfuckers
so murda inc do your thing motherfuckers
you unleased on a team who expects nothing less then rnb coming from that regime
regime is a little extreme neck to neck with soldiers motherfucking marines
ja sold his soul to sing we have witnessed teen on the tv screen chase the dream
now that you embrace the green don't fuck with the triple beams
yousa muther fucking actor slash pac impersonating rapper
slash billy holiday how it happen?
artists with repituares saw him in action, pac's assasination
def jam grabbed him, told him reinact him you go platinum
they seen it for sure i know that afeni shakur don't enjoy jeffrey atkins
reinacting her boy saw him click clacking his toy
match and destroy shady slash aftermath in detroit motherfucker
eminem:
doe rae me fa so la dee da
don't play me cause your washed up, lost your spot
mama say mama sa mo ma ku sa
ja quit playing now get off your not tupac
doe rae me cause we're hot and you're not
going at me is the only shot you got
ja quit playing now get off your not tupac
you can get popped after all that shit you pop
kon artis
now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the slugs
to grievence and the crying and intimate hugs
we don't take you serious nigga you shook,
you're half of a half wieght crook nigga get off x dick go sing a hook nigga
and you can't replace the late great one and when your gone you'll only be the late fake one
nigga please stick the script before the guns stick to the clip
and benzino you ain't shit but a bitch, fucking old ass ignorant innocent looking senior citizen
built up slap you like renisanse sicitive wait a minute hold on
is it me or do we 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 tyranasaurous rex
you niggas can scream, holla and curse and go ahead and respond
pull that pen and pad up out of your purse
proof:
slim set an impulse to get at the wangstas
he told me to let loose and spit at the ganstas
what up gotti were in this little war you pushed on
put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones
what's wrong? didn't think were strong with real niggas
roll like a boss in the streets they still feel us
this real witness yall ain't caught the concept
you're talking non sense to walking bomb threats
contacts were blown by benzetta in the source
threatning at the boss you're gonna see me on your porch
now irv got the nerse to try serve on us
but detroit niggas curve and they stirs to bust
kuniva:
do i gotta get my nigga bugz, punks like you get beat up
stomped unconscience 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? caddillac, pac or that transvestite that dress like a lil kim, fox
your just like a little wind box when i press tight on the trigger of this glock
that's right on the little shit you got left to help you eat
you not pac's songs without laws will help you sleep
you got shot in your video trying to mock pac your "mock"avelli get your own identity

doe rae me fa so la dee da
(don't ever say my lil girls name in a song again)
don't play me cause your washed up, lost your spot
mama say mama sa macosaca
(fucking punk pussy, bitch)
ja quit playing now get off your not tupac
doe rae me cause we're hot and you're not
(im'a fuck you up boy)
going at me is the only shot you got
(never again in your mother fucking life)
ja quit playing now get off your not tupac
(gonna shoot the shit outa you little fucking midgits, hailie will whip your mother fucking asses)
you can get popped after all that shit you pop

yeah, that's right motherfuckers
shady records, what you know about?
fuck benzino, fuck ja rule
nigga, this is obie trice right here talkin to you mother fuckers
ja rule punk ass yeah
fuck his soul for real ass
nigga that's soul, that's the nigga from 'soul for real'
candy rain ass nigga you got a deal now you rappin
you don't know us, faggot ass mother fuckers
give money to all my real niggas
obie trice, d12, g-unit, 50 cent, hailie jade
hahahaha

daddy is ja rule taller than me?

no honey you guys are the same size

Arrodíllate, colega, ponte de rodillas y reza.
Tú dices que tu madre es una yonqui y Kim es una conocida zorra,
entonces, qué va a ser Hailie cuando crezca?
¡Ja, ja, ja, sí, vamos!
G G G G G-Unit
Hailie (qué?) ven aquí, cariño,
tráele a papá su Oscar (vale)
vamos a metérselo por el culo a Ja Rule (jejeje)
Swifty:
Estoy a punto de deshacerme de algunas putas, es fácil,
pongo a Murder Inc. con plomo y no estoy hablando de un lápiz.
Mira en lo que te has metido,
veo que has encontrado tu nicho, solo eres una zorra con la regla,
afirmando que eres un asesino y lo escribiste mal,
pusiste la "e" antes de la "d" porque eso es todo lo que eres.
Estás obsesionado con Pac, eres un tío réplica, si él estuviera vivo nunca te saldrías con la tuya,
todo lo que haces es llorar, zorra, sé real,
la vida es más que imitar a negros y tomar pastillas,
y qué tipo de hijo de puta arruina 3 tratos que otro tío te consiguió porque no vieron tus habilidades?
Y no estoy bromeando, eres un hermano que está siendo estafado,
y Ja Rule se está encomendando a su portada porque lo necesita,
y vosotros, tontos, cerrad la boca,
los verdaderos negros no están comprando esa mierda que sacas.
Obie:
Doe Rae Me, pero no cantamos, hijos de puta,
así que Murda Inc., haz lo tuyo, hijos de puta,
atacaste a un equipo que no espera nada menos que R&B venga de ese régimen,
el régimen es un poco extremo, codo a codo con soldados, jodidos marines,
Ja vendió su alma para cantar, hemos presenciado a un chico en la tele persiguiendo un sueño,
ahora que abrazas el dinero, no te metas con las balanzas triples,
eres un maldito actor que finge ser Pac,
fingiendo ser Billy Holiday, cómo sucedió?
artistas con reputaciones lo vieron en acción, el asesinato de Pac,
Def Jam lo agarró, le dijeron que lo representara, irás platino,
lo vieron seguro, sé que Afeni Shakur no disfruta a Jeffrey Atkins
representando a su hijo, lo vieron con su juguete clic-clic,
Shady Slash Aftermath en Detroit, jodido hijo de puta.
Eminem:
Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da
No me juegues, estás acabado, perdiste tu lugar,
mamá dice mamá sa mo ma ku sa
Ja, deja de jugar, no eres Tupac,
Doe Rae Me porque estamos calientes y tú no,
atacarme es la única oportunidad que tienes,
Ja, deja de jugar, no eres Tupac,
puedes ser eliminado después de toda esa mierda que hablas.
Kon Artis:
Ahora podemos saltar de las miradas malas, llegar a las balas,
a lamentos y llantos y abrazos íntimos,
no te tomamos en serio, negro, estás asustado,
eres la mitad de un ladrón de medio pelo, deja la polla de X y canta un estribillo,
y no puedes reemplazar al gran fallecido, y cuando te hayas ido solo serás el falso tardío,
por favor, sigue el guion antes de que las armas se carguen,
y Benzino, no eres una mierda más que una perra, jodido viejo y ignorante anciano aparentemente inocente,
te golpearé como a un sensible renacentista, espera un momento,
soy yo o parecemos un plátano con trenzas y ropa puesta?
Un hombre hecho mierda, cómo te vas a comunicar con esos brazos cortos como un tiranosaurio rex?
Podéis gritar, chillar y maldecir y seguir adelante y responder,
saca ese bolígrafo y papel de tu cartera.
Proof:
Slim dio un imp