[Sample: Ja Rule]

Everybody wants to make comparisons to Pac and X and me

Y'all niggas wanna see Pac come back?

Y'all wanna see this shit?

It's here nigga, it's here

[Intro: Eminem]

Makaveli, rest in peace

Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body

Mouth like a 12-gauge shotty (Feel me)

(Come get me)

And Ja said he shall be the last begotten seed of 2Pac

To lead this industry into the ways of the man

(Motherfuckers if you want Shady)

(If Pac was still here now, he would never ride with Ja)

Follow me

(Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)

Keep my mesh vest as Pac's vest

[Chorus: Eminem]

Come get me

If you muthafuckas want Shady

If Pac was still here now

He would never ride with Ja

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

[Verse 1: Eminem]

You ain't no killa, you a pussy

That Ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy

Bitches wearin' rags in photos, Ja's words bein' quoted

In The Source, stealin' Pac's shit like he just wrote it

You loud mouths pray to God, hopin' no one's listenin'

See 50 comin' for me, oh my god, 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

And now all of a sudden I'm a fuckin' madman who screams

Like I'm Pac, but I'm not, enemies, Hennessey

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, fucked from this shit

I'm stuck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quit

Sayin' muthafuckas names before somebody fucks me up

Ain't no pussies over here, partner, see you in hell, fucka

[Chorus: Eminem]

Come get me

Motherfucker if you want Shady

If Pac was still here now

He would never ride with Ja

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Get off that E

'Fore you try to come and fuck with me

It's Aftermath here now

Shady Records got it locked

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-locked

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers

Never realized the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin'

Institutionalized, my bitches bring me product by the bundles

Hustle hard from a cell, G-Unit, muthafucka, we ballin'

Catch me countin' cheese and when I'm callin', can you accept my call?

C.O. 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

Muthafuckas thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' it

Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me

Talkin' 'bout he left the hospital, took nine like me

You live in fantasies, nigga, I reject your 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 your mouth

Peep me, I take this war shit deeply

Done seen too many real niggas ball to let these bitch niggas beat me, Black

You's a muthafuckin' punk and you'll see me with gloves

Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids with your ugly-ass mug (Hahaha)

And you can tell them niggas you roll with whatever you want

But you and I know what's goin' on

Nigga, payback! Tah, I know your bitch ass from way back

Witnessed me strapped with Macs, knew I don’t play that

All these old rappers tryin' to advance

It's all over now, take it like a man (Ha-ha)

Irv lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick

Tryna playa-hate on my shit, man, eat a fat dick

Lovin' this shit, that's how you made me

Feelin' like I got you niggas crazy, uh-huh

Against all odds, hopin' my thug muthafuckas 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

Twenty-one gun salute, bitch!

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

Ayo, I've been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core

Hey Jeffrey, what the fuck you come involvin' me for

It's been a long time comin', like a bless and a check

You see, 106 and Park fans don't even fuckin' respect you

It's kinda funny, wannabe Pac, wanna fake like you thug

Runnin' around talkin' shit that he ain't capable of

Now let me off this cocksucker whilst we handle you, nigga

If I recall, Violator use to manage you, nigga

Then took a closer look and realized you was an impostor

There's never been a Violator on a Murda Inc. roster, dumbass

Now who's shootin'? Ah, made you look

You said Bus singin' the same old hook? You stupid

If y'all shootin', I take a look at your man—

The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam

Cheddar Bob–ass nigga, start adjustin' your plan

You let the streets down nigga, 'pologize to your fans

Watch you pull a little stunt like we ain't know what it was

Little faggot desperate tryin' to re-establish a buzz

I know the shit is drivin' you crazy, you wonderin' how

The streets ain't never want you, Beatrice, what you 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

WHAT WOULD IT BE WITHOUT YOUUUUUUU!!

You finished, I ain't tryna repeat this

Just 'cause I'm cool, you shouldn't take my kindness for weakness (Oh shit)

[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]

Hahahaha

It was fun

Next time you got a problem with me

Address me before you try to make shit a public issue, homie

Now I'ma return back to my regular self

And have fun again

[Outro: 50 Cent & 2Pac]

Hahaha, biatch!

Haha, Outlawz, haha

Makaveli the Don, haha

Since you wanna be 2Pac, motherfucker, hahaha

2Pac's shoes too big for you to walk in, you lil' faggot

Hahaha

(What do we have here now?)