Obie Trice - Outro Lyrics
[gun *****ed back][Eminem]Nah, we ain't done [echo]I love bein hated, it's great itLet's me know that I made itI wouldn't have it no other wayI wouldn't trade it for the worldOnly let's me know that I'm lovedby so many other mother*****ers that ain't youAnd as long, as you keep *****in with us, we keep *****in you upAnd keep pullin the rug from up under youAnd what's ever more *****ed up, is we enjoy what were doinso much there ain't nothin that we love more than +Pullin Your Skirts Up+And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonderwhat's up with them *****in one dough a man under-elsDo unto others of you will have done under youSo who the ***** you mother*****ers gonna run toWhen someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun *****s]You gonna ask youself, how come your mans didn't enter the last round that he hadIn Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chanceYou keep askin us to keep it on wax but we can'tThis is past any irrationalizationWe have captured national media attentionConversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildinsoon as we enter the '106th & Park' buildingSomeone's gonna get killed and I swear to Godif someone so much as even touches one of my peopleI'll put a million on his headAnd you ain't got the funds to match or counteract itBut I'd rather rap than get into this gangsta shitAnd it ain't because I'm a *****It's because I ain't a *****, I don't endanger people that I'm withI'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't send my soldiers to warI'm right there in the middle of the shit with 'em, so when I do get 'emOrders to storm your headquarters, you'll be *****in with a ..[Swifty McVay]cleaverThat I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it ain't even that deepI got heat that'll sweep a niggaz street [explosion]See I wouldn't ***** with me neither, only heaven can help yaI'll be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda"Without a failure, there's gonna be hell to tell thecaptain that a bassett hound couldn't even smell yabody, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shitYou another Hoffa, under the Renaissance *****You get bombed like Lebanon [explosion] with my own tacticI snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids[Obie Trice]Mother*****er, I'll handle youWe can have it out on any AvenueA +Average Man+ flipped into an animalShoot out your mandiblesCannons and ammunition, reload with precisionNigga know the mechanicalsBreak the pistol down, you should see them handlesThe street taught the child, no read up manualsPush your crack vows, young Nino BrownChasin green is the dream, when your young and brownBound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in nowA 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and they all get downDissolve any problem that enlarge with oursWhen revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot], c'mon)[Kuniva]While your punchin and tacklin punksI'm handlin chumps, packin a pumpthat's longer than the elephant trunk [gun *****s]On the streets I'm a beast, I feast upon the weakSo speak beef, I'll shot you and scream "increase the peace"A monster, pistol packin pushin niggaz off they HondasStarve ya, get it crackin, yankin *****es for they ganjaSneaky as *****, I don't think mama beat me enoughWhen she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the keys to the truckShut the ***** up, before you end up dead in the dump truckOr in the streets takin a nap, bleedin and Lugged up+Who Want What+ like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deepThen ***** it, it will be ten sleepin [gunshots][Proof]Know much about my a land skiDon't tustle with my hand speedClutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleedWe ferocious, toast no holstersApproach us, throw heat straight from the soldiers (c'mon, [gunshot])We the soldiers, ya'll the youngsters (ha)Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster [gunshot]Upstairs the Munsters, hand full of dramaYou scared of the drama, bomber the monster [gun *****s, boof]I'm back nigga (woof), I reappearShoot like [gunshot], homie steer clearBlackness, carcass covered with cat fishWe murkers with no purpose other than practice[Bizarre]There's three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheatersAlcoholics, sluts and *****in wife beatersA gat that describes my lifeI don't even know who song this is [Obie Trice]*****, Bizarre don't give a ***** about no hip hopAt my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing]This Ja Rule beef I ain't gettin inI'll meet an R & B singer to sing at my weddingI turn your face into a *****in meat pattyI'll ***** your mommy and go fishin with your grannyI'll +Shit on You+, I'll pee on R. Kelly tooThis is Bizarre, see you "Devil's Night 2"
