Testo della canzone Do Rae Me (Eminem feat. Lloyd Banks), tratta dall'album 3 Kingz

Do Rae Me - Eminem feat. Lloyd Banks

Hailie, what do you want to be when you grow up, baby?
I don't know, but I don't want to
Grow up to be like Ja Rule's little dirty-ass kids
Ha ha, yeah, come on!
Come here baby
Bring daddy his Oscar

We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass

I'm about to get rid of some hoes it's simple

I put the Murder Inc with lead and I'm not talking about a pencil

Look at what the fuck you dun got into
I see you found your nitch you're just a bitch with a menstral

Claiming you a murderer and spelt it wrong

You put the "E" before the "D" because that's all you on

You on Pac's dick (bitch) you a replica guy
If he were still alive you would never get by
All you do is cry bitch keep it real life
Is more than imitating niggas and eating pills
And what kind of motherfucker ruins 3
Deals that another nigga got you they didn't see
And I ain't playing your a brother getting cheated
And Ja Rule be praying on his cover cause he need it
And you niggas hating shut your mouths
It's just the real niggas ain't buying that shit you put out

Doe Rae Me but we don't sing motherfuckers
So Murda Inc do your thing motherfuckers
You unleashed on a team who expects
Nothing less then R 'n' B coming from that regime
Regime is a little extreme neck to
Neck with soldiers motherfucking marines

Ja sold his soul to sing we have
Witnessed teen on the TV screen chase the dream
Now that you embrace the green don't fuck with the triple beams
You're a motherfucking actor slash Pac impersonating rapper
Slash Billy Holiday how it happen?
Artists with repituares saw him in action, Pac's assassination
Def jam grabbed him, told him reenact him you'll go platinum
They seen it for sure I know that

Afeni Shakur don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins
Reenacting her boy saw him click clacking his toy
Match and destroy Shady slash Aftermath in Detroit motherfucker

Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da
Don't play me cause your washed up, lost your spot
Mama say mama sa Macosaca
Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me cause we're hot and you're not
Going at me is the only shot you got
Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac
You can get popped after all that shit you talk

Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the slugs
To grievance and the crying and intimate hugs
We don't take you serious nigga you shook,
You're half of a half-way crook
Nigga get off X dick go sing a hook nigga
And you can't replace the late great one
And when your gone you'll only be the late fake
Nigga please stick the script before the guns stick to the clip
And Benzino you ain't shit but a bitch,
Fucking old ass ignorant innocent looking senior citizen
Built up slap you like renaissance sicitive wait a minute hold on

Is it me or do we look like a banana with braids and clothes on
A bitch made man now how you gonna connect
With them short ass arms like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
You niggas can scream, holla and curse and go ahead and respond
Pull that pen and pad up out of your purse

Slim set an impulse to get at the wanktas
He told me to let loose and spit at the ganstas
What up gotti were in this little war you pushed on

Put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones
What's wrong? didn't think were strong with real niggas
Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel us
This real witness you all ain't caught the concept
You're talking non sense to walking bomb threats
Contacts were blown by Benzetta in the Source
Threatening at the boss you're gonna see me on your porch
Now I've got the nerve to try serve on us
But Detroit niggas curve and they stirs to bust

Do I gotta get my nigga bugs, punks like you get beat up
Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater
This rap cookie monster gets jabbed in the tonsils
With dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina

Who's behind ya? Caddillac,
Pac or that transvestite that dress like a Lil Kim Fox
Your just like a little wind box when I
Press tight on the trigger of this glock
That's right on the little shit you got left to help you eat
You not Pac's songs without laws will help you sleep
You got shot in your video trying to mock
Pac your "mock"avelli get your own identity

Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da
(Don't EVER say my little girls name in a song again)

Don't play me cause you're washed up, lost your spot

Mama say mama sa Macosaca
(Fucking punk pussy, BITCH!)
Ja quit playing now get off your not Tupac
Doe Rae Me cause we're hot and you're not
(I'm gonna fuck you up boy)

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