Letra de 'Doe Ray Me' de D12

[Eminem & hailie]
[E]: Hailie, what do you want to be when you grow up baby?
[H]: I don't know but I don't want to grow up to be like ja rule's little dirty-ass kids.
[E]! Hh ha! yeah, c'mon! g-g-g-g g-unit! hailie...
[H]: What?
[E]: Come here baby, bring daddy his oscar!
[H]: Okay.
[E]: We're gonna shove it up ja rule's ass!
[Hailie laughs]

[Swifty]
I'm about to get to 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 fuck you don' get into
I see you found your niche, you just a bitch with a menstrual

Claimin' 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, you a replica guy
If he was still alive you would never get by

All you do is cry, bitch keep it real
Life is more then entertaining niggas and eatin' pills.
And what kind of muthafucka ruins 3 deals
And another nigga got ya, they didn't see skills

And I ain't playin, you a brotha gettin' cheated
And ja rule be prayin' on his colour cause he need it.
And all you niggas hatin', shut your mouths
It's just that real niggas ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out.

[Obie trice]
Do-ra-mi, but we don't sing motherfuckas
So murder inc. Do ya thing motherfuckas
You've unleashed on a team who expects nothin' less
Than r&b comin' from that regime

Regime it's a little extreme
Neck and necks with soldiers, muhfuckin' 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 fuck with the triple beams
You's a muthafuckin actor slash pac impersonatin' rapper
Slash billie holliday how it happen?

Artist for repetuar saw him in action
Pac assassination def jam grabbed him
Told him reinact him, you go platinum
They seen it for sure, I know that afina shakur
Don't enjoy jeffery atkins reinactin' her boy
So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash and destroy, shady
Aftermath and detroit muthafuckas...

[Hook - eminem]
Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da
Don't blame me cuz you lost your boss's spot
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja' quit playin' knock it off you're not 2pac

Don't make me, too hot and you're not
Shootin' 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 shit you pop

[Kuniva]
Now we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs
To the greivance and the cryin' and the intimate hugs
We don't take you serious nigga you shook you half of a half-way crook,
Get off x dick, go sing a hook nigga

And you can't replace the late greal one
And when you gone you only gon' be the late fake one
Nigga please, stick to the script
Before the guns stick to the clip, and benzino you ain't shit but a bitch

Fuckin' 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 bitch made man, now how you gonna connect with
Them short ass arms like a tyrannasaurus rex?
You niggas can scream holler and curse
Go ahead and respond and pull that pen and pad up outta ya purse.

[Proof]
Slim didn't send proof to get into 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 stuckin' your bridgestones

Whats wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggas?
Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel us
It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept
You talkin' nonsense to walk in conflicts

Contacts was blown by benzetta in the source
Threatin' at the boss you see me at your porch
Now lrv got the nerv to try and serve on us,
But detroit niggas urban and ain't scared of the bus

[Mr. Porter]
Word to my nigga bugs, punks like you get beat up
Stomped unconcious 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? Cadillic pac or that transvestite
Who dress like a lil kim fox,
Her chest like a little windbox
Press tight on the trigger of this glock

Swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat
You knock pac's songs without love to help you sleep
You got shot in your video tryin mock pac
You 'mockaveli', get your own identity.

[Eminem overdubs hook]
Yeah!
Don't you never say my little girl's name in a song again!
Fuckin' punk pussy little bitch!
I'll fuck you up boy!
Never! Never in your muthafuckin life!
I'll choke the shit outchu little muthafuckin bitch!
Hailie can whip your muthafuckin ass!

[Obie trice speaking]
Yeah! That's right muthafuckas
Shady records, whatchu know about it?
Fuck benzino, fuck ja rule
Nigga, this obie trice right here talkin' to you muthafuckas
Ja rule punk ass... Yeah!

Fuckin soul for real ass... Nigga that's soul for real
That the nigga from soul for real! Candy rain ass nigga...
He got a deal now he rappin'
You don't know what's... Faggot ass muhfuckas
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie trice, d12, g unit, 50 cent...
Hailie jade!!!
[50 Cent (laughing)]

Hailie]
Daddy is ja rule taller than me?

[Eminem]
No honey, you guys are the same size...
[Eminem laughs]