Letra Hail Mary - 50 Cent 

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[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!