Eminem Straight From The Lab EP

Eminem Straight From The Lab EP :: Eminem Lyrics

get on your knees nigga, get on your knees and pray!
em you claim your mothers a crack head and kim is a known slut, so what's halie gonna be when she grows up?

ha ha, yeah, come on!
g-g-g-g-g-unit
hailie
what??
come here baby
bring daddy his oscar
okay
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
skills
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's 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
one
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 renisanse 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 yall 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 bugz, punks like you get beat up
stomped unconscience 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 lil girls name in a song again)
don't play me cause your 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
(im'a fuck you up boy)

going at me is the only shot you got
(never again in your mother fucking life)
ja quit playing now get off your not tupac
(gonna shoot the shit outa you little fucking midgets,
hailie will whip your mother fucking asses)
you can get popped after all that shit you talk

yeah, that's right motherfuckers
shady records, what you know about?
fuck benzino, fuck ja rule
nigga, this is obie trice right here talking to you mother fuckers
ja rule punk ass yeah

fuck his soul for real ass
nigga that's soul, that's the nigga from 'soul for real'
candy rain ass nigga you got a deal now you rapping
you don't know us, fagot ass mother fuckers
give money to all my real niggas
obie trice, d12, g-unit, 50 cent, hailie jade hahahaha

daddy is ja rule taller than me?

no honey you guys are the same size

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