Obie Trice - Outro (Obie Trice/ Cheers) lyrics

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Obie Trice - Outro (Obie Trice/ Cheers) lyrics

[Eminem] Naw We ain't done I love bein' hated, it's 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 lets me know that I'm loved By so many other motherf**ers That hate you in this buzz You keep f**in' with us We keep f**in' you up And keep pullin' the rug from up under you And what's even more f**ed 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 the f**in' Wonder Woman underoos? Do onto others as you will have done onto you So who the f** you motherf**ers gonna run to? When someone runs up with a mask And puts a gun to you You will ask yourself how come your mans Didn't enter the last round that he had In Curtis Jackson's a** while he had the chance You keep askin' us to keep it on wax, but we can't This is past any rationalization We have captured national media attention Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension Start buildin' soon as we enter the 106 and Park Building Someone's gonna get k**ed 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 rather rap than get into this gangster sh** And it ain't because I'm a b**h It's cause I ain't a b**h 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 if I ain't there In the middle of this sh** with em So when I do get em Orders to storm your head quarters You be f**in' with a [Swifty] A beat keeper, so you ain't eager To greet this lyrical meat cleaver That'll eat ya, n******gs wanna keep speakin' Like it ain't even that deep I got heat that'll sweep a n***a's streets So ya wouldn't f** with me neither Only heaven can help ya I be searchin' for ya longer Than The Legend of Zelda Without a failure It's gonna be Hell to tell the Captain that a ba**et hound Couldn't even smell ya Body wanna hide ya I'll be on that mob sh** You another hopper Under the Renaissance, b**h You get bombed like Lebanon with On tactic I'll snatch your head like one Saddam's men [Obie Trice] Motherf**er, I'll handle you We can have it out on any avenue An Average Man, flipped into an animal Shoot out ya mandibles Cannons and ammunition reload With precision, n***a know the mechanicals Break the pistol down you should see them handles The streets taught the child no read up manuals Pushin' crack valves, young Nino Brown Chasin' green is the dream When you're young and brown Bound to be a problem child Look what I'm involved in now A Dozen Dirty n******gs and they all get down I'll solve any problem that enlarge When I was on revolvers We all get down [Kuniva] While you punchin' and tacklin' punks I'm handlin' chumps, packin' the pump That's longer than the elephant's trunk On the streets I'm the beast, I'll feast Upon the weak, so speak beef I'll shoot you and scream Increase the peace The monster, pistol packin' Pushin' n******gs off they Hondas Stomp ya, get it crackin' Yankin' b**hes for they Ganja Sneaky as f** I don't think mamma beat me enough When she was sleepin' and stuff I was stealin' the keys to the truck Shut the f** up Before you end up dead in the dump truck Or in the streets takin' a nap Bleedin' and locked up You want what? Like M Bleak with this heat If your ten deep, then f** It'll be ten asleep [Proof] Don't mess with my alasnke Don't tussle with my aspe Clutch your burner Bust it and watch your man bleed We ferocious, toast, don't host us Approach us Through heat straight from the shoulders We the soldiers, you're the youngster's Youngster's among Aren't ya dead in the dumpster? Say to the monster head full of drama You scared of the trauma Vomit to monster (Woof!) I'm back n***a (Poof) I reappear Shoot like, you ain't seein' clear Blackness, carca**, cover with catfish We mercers with no purpose Other than practice [Bizarre] Theirs three things I hate Liars, fakes, and cheaters Alcohol, and s*uts, and f**in' wife beaters I guess that describes my life I don't even know whose song this is b**h, Bizarre don't give a f** About no Hip-Hop At my release party In a pink tank top in Reebok's This Ja Rule beef, I'm not gettin' in I need an R&B singer To sing at my weddin' (Say yeah) I'll turn your face into a f**in' meat patty I'll f** your mommy And go fishin' with your granny I'll sh** on you I'll pee on R Kelly too This is Bizarre See you in Devil's Night 2

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