Hail mary Lyrics – Eminem
Eminem, Busta, and 50 go at Ja Rule by remaking "Hail mary" with Tupac’s “Hail Mary”, partly in response to Ja’s remake of “Pain”.
| Song Name : | Hail Mary |
| Album / Movie : | The King Is Back |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Makaveli, rest in peaceIrv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his bodyMouth like a 12 gauge shot it (feel me) (come get me)And Ja said he shall be (if you mothafuckers want Shady)The lost begotten seed of 2Pac (if Pac was still here now)To lead this industry into the ways of the man (he would never ride with Ja)Follow me (na-na-na-na-na-na-na)Keep my mesh vest as Pac’s vest
Come get meIf you mothafuckers want ShadyIf Pac was still here nowHe would never ride with JaNa-na-na-na-na-na-na
You ain’t no killa, you a pussyThat ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushyBitches wearin’ rags in photos, Ja’s words bein’ quotedIn The Source, stealin’ Pac’s shit like he just wrote itYou loud mouths pray to God, hopin no one’s listenin’See 50 comin’ for me, oh my God ma, my positionNo one’ll pay attention to mePlease Gotti, here I go, give me this pillEcstasy done got me feelin’ so invincibleNow all of a sudden I’m a fuckin’ mad man who screamsLike I’m Pac but I’m not, enemies, HennesseyActin’ like I’m great, but I’m fake, I’m crazySweat drip, get me off this trip, someone stop this trainSome say my brain is all corrupted, fucked from this shitI’m stuck, I’m addicted to these drugs, I’ma quitSayin mothafucker’s name’s before somebody fucks me upAin’t no pussies over here, partner, see you hell, fucker
Come get meMothafucker if you want ShadyIf Pac was still here nowHe would never ride with JaNa-na-na-na-na-na-na
Get off that EBefore you try to come and fuck with meIt’s Aftermath here nowShady Records got it lockedLa-la-la-la-la-la-locked
Penitentiaries is packed with promise makersNever realized the precious time them bitch niggas is wastin’Institutionalize, my bitches bring me product by the bundlesHustle hard from a cell, G-Unit, mothafucker, we ballin’Catch me count cheese and when I’m callin’, can you accept my call?C.O. let me sip on Hennessey, “Can I sip some more?”Hell, I done been to jail, I ain’t scaredMama checkin’ in my bedroom, I ain’t thereI got a head with no screws in itMothafuckers thinkin’ they can stop 50, they losin’ itLil’ nigga named Ja think he live like meTalkin’ ’bout he left the hospital, took 9 like meYou live in fantasies, nigga, I reject your depositWhen your lil’ sweet ass gon’ come out of the closet?Now he wonderin’ why DMX blowed him outNext time grown folks talkin’, bitch, close your mouthPeep me, I take this war shit deeplyDone seen too many real niggas ballin’ to let these bitch niggas beat meBlack, you’s a mothafuckin’ punk and you can see me with glovesQuit scarin’ them fuckin’ kids with your ugly ass mugAnd you can tell them niggas you roll with whatever you wantBut you and I know what’s goin’ onNigga, payback, Tah, I know your bitch ass from way backWitnessed me strapped with MACs, you know I don’t play thatAll these old rappers tryna advanceIt’s all over now, take it like a man, hahaIrv lookin’ like Larry Holmes, flabby and sickTryna player-hate on my shit, man, eat a fat dickLovin’ this shit that’s how you made meFeelin’ like I got you niggas crazy (uh-huh)Against all odds, hopin’ my thug mothafuckers knowThis be the realest shit I ever wroteAgainst all odds, up in the studio gettin’ blowTo the truest shit I ever spoke21 gun salute, bitch
Ayo, I’ve been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the coreAyy, Jeffrey, what the fuck you come involvin’ me for?It’s been a long time comin’ like a blessin’ to a check youSee 106 and Park fans don’t even fuckin’ respect youIt’s kinda funny, wannabe Pac, wanna fake like he thugRunnin’ around talkin’ shit that he ain’t capable ofNow let me off this cocksucker, watch me handle you, niggaIf I recall, Violator used to manage you, niggaThen took a closer look and realized you was an impostorThere’s never been a Violator on a Murda Inc. rosterDumbass, now who shootin’? Ah, made you lookYou said Bus’ singin’ the same ol’ hook, you stupidIf y’all shootin’, I take a look at your man, the bitch shot himself in front of Def JamCheddar Bob ass niggas, start adjustin’ your planYou let the streets down, nigga, ‘pologize to your fansWatch you pull a lil’ stunt like we ain’t know what it wasLil’ faggot, desperate, tryna re-establish a buzzI know the shit is drivin’ you crazy you wonderin’ howThe streets ain’t never want you, Beatrice, what you gonna do now?Now if you wanna beef with me, then I’m beefin’ with youI think about the game and what its like and what would it be without youYou finished, I ain’t tryna repeat thisJust ’cause I’m cool, shouldn’t take my kindness for weakness (oh shit)
It was funNext time you got a problem, manAddress me before you try to make shit a public issue, homieNow I’ma return back to my regular selfAnd have fun againOne