Outro lyrics

Artist  : Obie Trice 
Song : Outro
 


[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"