[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 bitch 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 motherfuckas 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 pussy   That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy   Bitch is wearin' rags in photos, Ja's words bein' quoted   In The Source stealin' Pac's shit 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' with this shit   I'm suck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quit   sayin' motherfuckas names before somebody fucks me up   Ain't no pussies over here partner, see you in hell, fucka      [Chorus: Eminem]   Come get me   Motherfucka, 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 fuck with me   It's Aftermath gettin' down, Shady Records got it locked   La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la      [Verse 2: 50 Cent]   Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers   Never realize the precious time that bitch niggaz is wastin'   Institutionalize my bitchez bring me product by the bundle   Hustle hard for my sale, G-Unit motherfucka, 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   Motherfuckas thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' it   Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me   Talkin' about he left the hospital took nine like me   You livin' fantasies nigga, I been checkin' deposit   When your lil' sweet ass gon' come out of the closet?   Now he wonderin' why DMX blowed him out   Next time grown folks talkin', bitch, close yo mouth   Peep me, I take this war shit deeply   Done seen too many real niggaz ball to let these bitch niggaz beat me   Black Child, you's a motherfuckin' punk and you'll see me with gloves   Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids with yo ugly ass mug   And you can tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you want   But you and I know what's goin' on   Nigga payback, Tah, I know yo bitch ass 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 shit   Man, eat a fat dick!   Lovin' this shit, that's how you made me   Feelin' like I got you niggaz crazy   Uh huh, against all odds   Hopin' my thug motherfuckas know   This be the realest shit I ever wrote   Against all odds   Up in the studio gettin' blowed   To the truest shit I ever spoke      [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]   Ay yo, I been one of the most humble   Reppin' streets to the core   Ay Jeffrey, what the fuck 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 fuckin' respect you   It's kinda funny, wanna be Pac, wanna fake like he thug   Runnin' around talkin' shit that he ain't capable of   Now let me off this cock sucka, watch me handle you nigga   If I recall, Violator used to manage you nigga   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 bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam   Chedda bob ass niggaz, start adjustin' yo plan   You let the streets down nigga, apologize to yo fans   Watched you pull a lil' stunt like we ain't know what it was   Lil' faggot, desperate tryina reestablish a buzz   I know the shit 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   {*imitating Ja Rule*} "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 shit... it was fun...   Next time you got a problem man...   Address me before you try to make the shit a public issue homey...   Now I'ma return back to my regular self...   And have fun again... one!