Eminem "Doe Rae Me (Hailie's Revenge)" Songtext

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Doe Rae Me (Hailie's Revenge)

[Eminem]Hailie, what do you want to be when you grow up baby

[Hailie]I don't knowBut I don't want to grow up to be like Ja Rule's little dirty-ass kids

[Eminem and Hailie]Ah ha, yeah, c'monG-G-G-G-G-G-G UnitHailie, come here baby, bring Daddy his OscarWe're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass

[Swift]I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simpleI'm quick to murder ink with lead and I ain't talkin' bout a pencilLook at what the fuck you done got intoI see you found your niche, you just a bitch with a menstrualClaimin' you a murderer and you spelled it wrongYou put E before the D cause that's all you onYou on Pac's dick, you a replica guyIf he was still alive you would never get byAll you do is cry, bitch keep it realLife is more than imitatin' niggas and eatin' pillsAnd what kind of motherfucker ruins three dealsThat another nigga got you, they didn't see skillsAnd I ain't playin', you a brother gettin' cheatedAnd Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover cause he need itAnd all you niggas hatin', shut you mouthsIt's just that real niggas ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out

[Obie Trice]Doe, rae, me but we don't sing motherfuckasSo Murder Inc do your thing motherfuckersYou unleashed on a team who expects nothin' lessThan R&B comin' from that regimeRegime is a little extremeNeck and neck with soldiers, motherfuckin' MarinesJa sold his soul to singWeave eye-witness team on the TV screen, chase the greedNow that you've embraced the greenDon't fuck with the triple beamsYou's a motherfuckin' actor, slash Pac impersonatin' rapperSlash Billie Holiday, how it happenArtist and repertoire saw him in actionPac assassination, Def Jam grabbed himTold him reenact him, you go platinumThey seen it for sure, I know that Afeni ShakurDon't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenactin' her boySo I'm click-clackin' this toyMash and destroy, Shady slash Aftermath and Detroit, mothafucker

[Hook: Eminem]Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-daDon't blame me cause you washed up lost your spotMama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosaJa quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2PacDon't hate me, I'm too hot and you're notShooting at me, with the only shot you gotJa quit playin' knock it off you're not 2PacYou'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop

[Kuniva]Now we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugsTo the grievance and the crying and the intimate hugsWe don't take you serious nigga, you shook you half of a half-way crookGet off X dick, go sing a hook niggaAnd you can't replace the late great oneAnd when you gone you only gon' be the late fake oneNigga please, stick to the scriptBefore the guns stick to the clipAnd Benzino you ain't shit but a bitchFuckin' old-ass ignorant innocent lookin' senior citizenBuilt up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitiveWait a minute, hold onIs it me or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes onA bitch-made manNow how you gonna connect with them short ass arms like a Tyrannosaurus RexYou niggas can scream holler and curseGo ahead and respond and pull that pen and pad up outta your purse

[Proof]Slim didn't send Proof to get at the wankstasHe told me to let loose and spit at the gangstasWhat up Gotti, and this little war you pushed onPut your ear to the ground for stepping on bush stonesWhat's wrong, didn't think we strong with real niggasRoll like a boss in the streets they still feel usIt's real business y'all ain't caught the conceptYou talkin' nonsense to walking bomb threatsContact was blown by Benzetta in The SourceThreaten at the boss you gon' see me on your porchNow Irv got the nerve to try to serve on usBut Detroit niggas early and ain't scurred to bust

[Kon Artis]Word to my nigga Bugz, punks like you get beat upStomped unconscious and smacked with the heaterThis rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsilsWith dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vaginaWho's behind youCadillac Pac or that transvestiteThat dress like a Lil Kim foxYou're just like a little windboxPress tight on the trigger of this GlockSwallow that little shit you got left to help you eatYou knock Pac's songs without love to help you sleepYou got shot in your video trying mock PacYou Mockaveli, get your own identity

[Hook (Refrain in background)]Don't you never say my little girl's name in a song againFuckin' punk-pussy bitchI'll fuck you up boyNeverDon't you never in your motherfuckin' lifeI'll choke the shit out of you little motherfuckin' midgetHailie'll whip your motherfuckin' ass

[Outro- Obie Trice]That's right motherfuckersShady records, whatchu know about itFuck Benzino, fuck Ja RuleNigga, this Obie Trice right here talkin' to you motherfuckersJa Rule punk ass, yeahFuckin' Soul 4 Real assNigga, that's Soul 4 RealThat the nigga from Soul 4 RealCandy Rain-ass niggaHe got a deal now he rappin'You don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckersGet money to all my real niggas, manObie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 CentHailie Jade

[Hailie]Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me?

[Eminem]No honey, you guys are the same size

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