Doe Ray Me Lyrics – Eminem

Doe Ray Me Lyrics by Eminem

-et on your knees, n#gg#
Get on your knees and pray, haha
Em, you claim your mothers a crackhead
And Kim is a known sl#t

So what’s Hailie gon’ be when she grows up?
Ha ha, yeah, c’mon
G-G-G-G-G-G-G Unit
Hailie, come here, baby! Bring Daddy his Oscar!

We’re gonna shove it up Ja Rule’s #ss
I’m about to get rid of some hoes, it’s simple
I’m quick to murder ink with lead
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a pencil

Look at what the f#ck you done got into
I see you found your niche, you just a b#tch with a menstrual
Claimin’ you a murderer, and you spelt it wrong
You put E before the D because that’s all you on

You on Pac’s dick (b#tch), you a replica guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (For real)
All you do is cry, b#tch, keep it real
Life is more than imitatin’ n#gg#s and eatin’ pills (Ha)

And what kind of m#th*rf#ck*r ruins three deals
That another n#gg# got you? They didn’t see skills
And I ain’t playin’, you a brother gettin’ cheated
And Ja Rule be prayin’ on his cover, ‘cause he need it

And all you n#gg#s hatin’, shut your mouths
It’s just that real n#gg#s ain’t buyin’ that sh#t y’all put out
Do-Re-Mi, but we don’t sing, muhf#ckas
So Murder Inc, do your thing, muhf#ckas

You unleashed on a team
Who expects nothin’ less than R&B coming from that regime
“Regime” is a little extreme
Neck and neck with soldiers, muhf#ckin’ Marines

Ja sold his soul to sing
Weave eye-witness team on the TV screen, chase the greed
Now that you’ve embraced the green
Don’t f#ck with the triple beams

You’s a motherf#ckin’ actor, slash Pac impersonating rapper
Slash Billie Holiday–how it happen?
Artist and repertoire saw him in action
Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him

Told him, “Reenact him, you go platinum!”
They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur
Don’t enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenactin’ her boy
So I’m click-clackin’ this toy, mash and destroy

Shady slash Aftermath and Detroit, m#th*rf#ck*r
Do-re-mi, fa-so-la-ti-da
Don’t blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa

Ja, quit playin’, knock it off, you’re not 2Pac
Don’t hate me, I’m too hot and you’re not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit playin’, knock it off, you’re not 2Pac

You’ll get popped poppin’ all that sh#t you pop
Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs
To the grievance and the crying and the intimate hugs
We don’t take you serious, n#gg#, you shook

You half of a half-way crook, get off X dick, go sing a hook, n#gg#
And you can’t replace the late great one
And when you gone, you only gon’ be the late fake one
n#gg#, please stick to the script

Before the guns, stick to the clip
And Benzino, you ain’t sh#t but a midget
f#ckin’ old-ass, ignorant, innocent-lookin’ senior citizen
Built up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitive

Wait a minute, hold on: is it me, or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on?
A b#tch-made man; now, how you gonna connect
With them short #ss arms, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex
You n#gg#s can scream, holler and curse

Go ahead, respond and pull that pen and pad up outta your purse
Slim didn’t send Proof to get at the wankstas
He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas
What up, Gotti? And this little war you pushed on

Put your ear to the ground for stepping on bush stones
What’s wrong? Didn’t think we strong with real n#gg#s?
Roll like a boss, in the streets they still feel us
It’s real business, y’all ain’t caught the concept

You talking nonsense to walking bomb threats
Contact was blown by Benzetta in The Source
Threaten at the boss, you gon’ see me on your porch
Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us

But Detroit n#gg#s early and ain’t scurred to bust
Word to my n#gg# Bugz, punks like you get beat up
Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater
This rap cookie monster get jabbed in the tonsils

With dicks so much that he should be fixed with a v#gina
Who’s behind ya? Cadillac Pac or that transvestite
That dress like a Lil Kim fox?
You’re just like a little windbox

When I press tight on the trigger of this Glock
Now, swallow that little sh#t you got left to help you eat
You knock Pac’s songs without love will help you sleep
You got shot in your video tryna mock Pac

You Mockavel, get your own identity!
Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da
Don’t blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa

Ja, quit playin’, knock it off, you’re not 2Pac
Don’t hate me, I’m too hot and you’re not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit playin’, knock it off, you’re not 2Pac

You’ll get popped poppin’ all that sh#t you pop
Don’t you never say my little girl’s name in a song again
f#ckin’ punk-p#ss# b#tch! I’ll f#ck you up, boy! Never!
Don’t you never in your motherf#ckin’ life…

I’ll choke the sh#t out of you little motherf#ckin’ midget
Hailie’ll whip your motherf#ckin’ #ss
That’s right, m#th*rf#ck*rs
Shady records, what you know about it?

f#ck Benzino! f#ck Ja Rule!
n#gg#, this Obie Trice right here talkin’ to you m#th*rf#ck*rs
Ja Rule punk #ss, yeah, f#ckin’ Soul 4 Real #ss
n#gg#, that’s Soul 4 Real

That the n#gg# from Soul 4 Real!
Candy Rain-ass n#gg#, he got a deal, now he rappin’
You don’t know what’s, faggot-ass m#th*rf#ck*rs
Get money to all my real n#gg#s, man

Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me?
No, honey, you guys are the same size
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