[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?)