Obie Trice - Outro Lyrics

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[gun cocked back]

[Eminem]

Nah we ain't done [echo]

I love bein hated it great it

Let's me know that I made it

I wouldn't have it no other way

I wouldn't trade it for the world

Only let's me know that I'm loved

By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you

And as long as you keep fuckin with us we keep fuckin you up

And keep pullin the rug from up under you

And what's ever more fucked up is we enjoy what were doin

So much there ain't nothin that we love more than +Pullin Your Skirts Up+

And exposin you hoes so much people are startin to wonder

Do unto others of you will have done under you

What's up with them fuckin one dough a man under-els

So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to

Didn't enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance

When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks]

You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we can't

You will ask youself how come your mans

This is past any irrationalization

We have captured national media attention

Conversation is senseless you can sense the tension start buildin

Soon as we enter the '106th & Park' building

Someone's gonna get killed and I swear to God

If someone so much as even touches one of my people

And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it

I'll put a million on his head

But I'd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit

And it ain't because I'm a bitch

It's because I ain't a bitch I don't endanger people that I'm with

I'm a general I ain't Bush I don't send my soldiers to war

I'm right there in the middle of the shit with 'em so when I do get 'em

Orders to storm your headquarters you'll be fuckin with a ..

[Swifty McVay]

Fuckin with a peacekeeper see you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver

That I eat ya niggaz wanna keep speakin like it ain't even that deep

I got heat that'll sweep a niggaz street [explosion]

See I wouldn't fuck with me neither only heaven can help ya

I'll be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda"

Body when I hide ya I be on that mob shit

Without a failure there's gonna be hell to tell the

Captain that a bassett hound couldn't even smell ya

You get bombed like Lebanon [explosion] with my own tactic

You another Hoffa under the Renaissance bitch

I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids

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[Obie Trice]

Motherfucker I'll handle you

We can have it out on any Avenue

A +Average Man+ flipped into an animal

Shoot out your mandibles

Cannons and ammunition reload with precision

Nigga know the mechanicals

Break the pistol down you should see them handles

Push your crack vows young Nino Brown

The street taught the child no read up manuals

Chasin green is the dream when your young and brown

A 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and they all get down

Bound to be a problem child look what I'm involved in now

When revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot] c'mon)

Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours

I'm handlin chumps packin a pump

[Kuniva]

While your punchin and tacklin punks

That's longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks]

So speak beef I'll shot you and scream "increase the peace"

On the streets I'm a beast I feast upon the weak

Starve ya get it crackin yankin bitches for they ganja

A monster pistol packin pushin niggaz off they Hondas

Sneaky as fuck I don't think mama beat me enough

When she was sleepin stuff I was stealin the keys to the truck

Shut the fuck up before you end up dead in the dump truck

+Who Want What+ like M. Bleek with this heat if you ten deep

Or in the streets takin a nap bleedin and Lugged up

Then fuck it it will be ten sleepin [gunshots]

[Proof]

Know much about my a land ski

Don't tustle with my hand speed

Clutch your burner bust it and watch your man bleed

We ferocious toast no holsters

Approach 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 drama

You scared of the drama bomber the monster [gun cocks boof]

I'm back nigga (woof) I reappear

Shoot like [gunshot] homie steer clear

Blackness carcass covered with cat fish

We murkers with no purpose other than practice

[Bizarre]

There's three things I hate: liars fakes and cheaters

Alcoholics sluts and fuckin wife beaters

A gat that describes my life

I don't even know who song this is [Obie Trice]

Bitch Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip hop

At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing]

This Ja Rule beef I ain't gettin in

I'll meet an R & B singer to sing at my wedding

I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty

I'll +Shit on You+ I'll pee on R. Kelly too

This is Bizarre see you "Devil's Night 2"I'll fuck your mommy and go fishin with your granny

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