[Verse 1 - Swifty McVay]
  I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple
  I'm quick to Murder Inc. with lead and I ain't talkin about a pencil
  Look at what the [bad word] you done got into
  I see you found your niche you just a [bad word] with a [bad word]   Claimin you a murderer and spelt it wrong
  You put "E" before the "D" because that's all you on
  You on Pac's [bad word]  [bad word] , you a replica guy (*gunshots fired*)
  If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
  All you do is cry, [bad word] keep it real
  Life is more than imitatin niggaz and eatin pills
  And what kinda [bad [bad word] three deals
  That another [bad word] got you, they didn't see skills
  And I ain't playin, you a brother gettin cheated
  And [bad word] be prayin on his color cause he need it
  (2Pac: Get on your knees and pray)
  And all you niggaz hatin, shut your mouths
  It's just the real niggaz ain't buyin that [bad word] y'all put out
  
  [Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
  Doe Rae Me, but we don't sing [bad word]   So Murder Inc. do your thing [bad word]   You unleashed on a team
  Who expects nothin less than R & [bad word] from that regime
  Regime, is a little extreme
  That connect some soldiers, [bad word] Marines
  Ja sold his soul to sing
  Weave our witness team on the TV screen
  Chased the greed, now that you embraced the green
  Don't [bad word] with them triple beams
  You's a [bad word] actor slash Pac impersonatin rapper
  Slash Billy Holiday, how it happen?
  Artists and repertoire saw him in action
  Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed 'em
  Told 'em reenact 'em, 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 the toy, mash and destroy (*gun [bad word] and fired*)
  Shady slash Aftermath in Detroit [bad word] (*gunshots*)
  
  [bad word] - Eminem] - w/ ad libs
  Doe ray me, you fly so latte da, don't blame me
  Cause you washed up, lost your spot
  I'm a stay on my side of my [bad word]   Ja quit playin, knock it off you're not Tupac
  Don't hate me cause you hot and your not goin at me
  The only shot you got
  Ja quit playin knock it off you're not Tupac
  And get popped like all that [bad word] you pop
  
  C'MON!
  
  [Verse 3 - Kuniva]
  Now we can skip past the mean mugs, get to the slugs
  'Til the grievance and the cryin and the intimate hugs
  We don't take you serious [bad word]  you shook
  You half of a halfway crook
  Get off X's [bad word] go sing a hook [bad word]   And you can't replace the late great one
  And when you gone you only gon' be the late fake one
  [bad word] please, stick to the script
  Before the guns stick to the clip
  And Benzino you ain't [bad word] but a [bad word]   [bad word] old [bad word] ignorant innocent lookin senior citizen
  Built up slap you like Grandmas all sensitive
  Wait a minute hold on (what's up?)
  Is it me or do we look like a banana with braids and clothes on (*laughing*)
  [bad word] "Made Man", now how you gonna connect
  With those short [bad word] arms like a [bad word] Rex
  You niggaz could scream holla and curse
  Go ahead, respond and pull that pen and pad up outta your purse
  
  [Verse 4 - Proof]
  Slim didn't send Proof to get into  [bad word] 
  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 stuckin your Bridgestones
  What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggaz?
  Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel us
  It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept  [bad word] 
  When the talk get nonsense to walk in bomb threats
  Contacts was blown by Benzetta in The Source
  Threatin at the boss you gonna see me on your porch