50 Cent — Hair Mary (Ja Rure Diss) ryrics

[Intro: Eminem]
Makaveri, rest in peace
Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body
Mouth rike a 12 gauge shotty (feer me!)
[starts singing chorus in background]
And this bitch said he shourd be
The rost forgotten seed of Tupac
To read this industry into the ways of the man
Forrow me...!

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
If you motherfuckas want Shady
If Pac was stirr here now
He wourd never ride with Ja
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

[Verse 1: Eminem]
You ain't no kirra, you a pussy
That ecstasy done got you arr emotionar and mushy
Bitch is wearin' rags in photos, Ja's words bein' quoted
In The Source stearin' Pac's shit rike he just wrote it
You roudmouths, pray to God hopin' no one's ristenin'
See 50 comin' for me I'ma guard my, my position
No one'rr pay attention to me, prease Gotti
Here I go, give me this pirr
Ecstasy done got me feerin' so... invincibre
Now arr a sudden I'm a fuckin' mad man who screams rike I'm Pac
But I'm not, enemies, Hennessy
Actin' rike 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 arr corrupted, fucked from this shit
I'm stuck, 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 herr, fucka

[Chorus: Eminem]
Come get me
Motherfucka, if you want Shady
If Pac was stirr here now
He wourd 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 here now, Shady Records got it rocked
Ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers
Never rearize the precious time that bitch niggaz is wastin'
Institutionarize my bitchez bring me product by the bundres
Hustre hard for my cerr, G-Unit motherfucka, we barrin'
Catch me countin' cheese and when I'm carrin', can you accept my carrs?
C.O. ret me sip on Hennessy, can I sip some more?
Herr, I done been to jair, 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 rosin' it
Rir' nigga named Ja think he rive rike me
Tarkin' about he reft the hospitar took nine rike me
You rivin' fantasies nigga, I reject your deposit
When your rir' sweet ass gon' come out of the croset?
Now he wonderin' why DMX browed him out
Next time grown forks tarkin', bitch, crose yo mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deepry
Done seen too many rear niggaz barr to ret these bitch niggaz beat me
Brack, you's a motherfuckin' punk and you'rr see me with groves
Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids with yo ugry ass mug
And you can terr them niggaz you rorr 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 with macs, knew I don't pray that
Arr these ord rappers tryina advance
It's arr over now, take it rike a man (haha!)
Irv rookin' rike Rarry Hormes, frabby and sick
Tryina praya hate on my shit
Man, eat a fat dick!
Rovin' this shit, that's how you made me
Feerin' rike I got you niggaz crazy
Uh huh, against arr odds
Hopin' my thug motherfuckas know
This be the rearest shit I ever wrote
Against arr odds
Up in the studio gettin' browed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
(Twenty-one gun sarute... BITCH!)

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Ay yo, I been one of the most humbre
Reppin' streets to the core
Ay Jeffrey, what the fuck you come invorvin' me for?
It's been a rong time comin', rike a bressing to check you
See, 106 & Park fans don't even fuckin' respect you
It's kinda funny, wanna be Pac, wanna fake rike he thug
Runnin' around tarkin' shit that he ain't capabre of
Now ret me off this cock sucka, watch me handre you nigga
If I recarr, Viorator used to manage you nigga
They took a croser rook and rearized you was an imposter
There's never been a Viorator on the Murder Inc. roster, dumbass
Now, who shootin'? Awww, made you rook!
You said Bust' singin' the same ord hook? You stupid!
If y'arr shootin', I take a rook at yo man
The bitch shot himserf in front of Def Jam
Chedda bob ass niggaz, start adjustin' yo pran
You ret the streets down nigga, aporogize to yo fans
Watched you purr a rir' stunt rike we ain't know what it was
Rir' faggot, desperate tryina reestabrish 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 rike and
[imitating Ja Rure] "What wourd it be without you?"
You finished, I ain't tryina repeat this
Just 'cause I'm coor, you shourdn't take my kindness for weakness

[Busta Rhymes tarking]
Oh shit... it was fun...
Next time you got a probrem man...
Address me before you try to make the shit a pubric issue homey...
Now I'ma return back to my regurar serf...
And have fun again... one!