Obie Trice Outro Lyrics

Outro Lyrics

[gun cocked back]

[Eminem]
Nah, we ain't goin [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
what's up with them
fuckin one dough a man under-els
Do unto others of you will have done under
you
So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to
When someone runs up
with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks]
You will ask youself, how come
your mans
didn't enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass
while he had the chance
You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we
can't
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
I'll put a million on his head
And you ain't got the funds to
match or counteract it
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"
Without a
failure, there's gonna be hell to tell the
captain that a bassett hound
couldn't even smell ya
body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit
You
another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch
You get bombed like Lebanon
[explosion] with my own tactic
I snatch your head like one of Saddam's
kids

[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
The street
taught the child, no read up manuals
Push your crack vows, young Nino
Brown
Chasin green is the dream, when your young and brown
Bound to be a
problem child, look what I'm involved in now
A 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and they
all get down
Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
When revolvers we
said "all men get down" ([gunshot], c'mon)

[Kuniva]
While your punchin
and tacklin punks
I'm handlin chumps, packin a pump
that's longer than the
elephant trunk [gun cocks]
On the streets I'm a beast, I feast upon the
weak
So speak beef, I'll shot you and scream "increase the peace"
A
monster, pistol packin pushin niggaz off they Hondas
Starve ya, get it
crackin, yankin bitches for they ganja
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
Or in
the streets takin a nap, bleedin and Lugged up
+Who Want What+ like M.
Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep
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 fuck your mommy and go fishin with your
granny
I'll +Shit on You+, I'll pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see
you "Devil's Night 2"