Outro (Obie Trice/ Cheers) - Obie Trice

Outro (Obie Trice/ Cheers) (Album Version|Explicit) - Obie Trice/D-12/Eminem (埃米纳姆)
Nah nah we ain't done
I love being 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 let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherf**kers
That ain't you and it's bugged
'Cause you keep f**king with us
We keep f**king you up
And keep pulling the rug from up under you
And what's even more f**ked up
Is we enjoy what we're doing
So much there ain't nothing that
We love more than
Pulling your skirts up
And exposing you hoes so much
People are starting to wonder
What's up with them f**king wonder woman underoos
Do unto others of you will have done unto you
So who the f**k you motherf**kers gonna run to
When someone runs up with
A mask and puts a gun to you
You gon' ask yourself how come your mans
Didn't empty that last round that he had in
Curtis Jackson's a*s while he had the chance
You keep asking 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 building
Soon as we enter the 106 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 s**t
And it ain't because I'm a b***h
It's because 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
I'm right there in the middle
Of the s**t with 'em so when I do get 'em
Orders to storm your headquarters
You'll be f**king with a
Beef keeper
See you ain't eager to greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That'll eat ya n***as wanna keep speaking
Like it ain't even that deep
I got heat that'll sweep a n***a's street
See I wouldn't f**k with me neither only heaven can help ya
I'll be searching for you longer than the Legend of Zelda
Without a failure there's gonna be hell to tell the
Captain that a basset hound couldn't even smell ya
Body when I hide ya I be on that mob s**t
You another Hoffa under the Renaissance b***h
You get bombed like Lebanon with my own tactic
I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids
Motherf**ker I'll handle you
We can have it out on any avenue
An average man flipped into an animal
Shoot out your mandibles
Cannons and ammunition
Reload with precision
N***a know the mechanicals
Break the pistol down
You should see them handles
The street taught the child
No read up manuals
Pushing crack vows young Nino Brown
Chasing 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***as and they all get down
Resolve any problem that enlarge with ours
When revolvers we said all men get down
Kuniva
While you're punching and tackling punks
I'm handling chumps packing a pump
That's longer than the elephant trunk
On the streets I'm a beast
I feast upon the weak
So speak beef
I'll shoot you and scream increase the peace
A monster pistol packing
Pushing n***as off they hondas
Stomp you get it cracking
Yanking b*hes for they ***
Sneaky as f**k
I don't think mama beat me enough
When she was sleeping stuff
I was stealing the keys to the truck
Shut the f**k up
Before you end up dead in the dump truck
Or in the streets taking a nap
Bleeding and lugged up
Who want what like M Bleek
With this heat if you ten deep
Then f**k it it will be ten sleeping
Know much 'bout Meyer Lansky
Don't tussle 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 shoulders
We the soldiers yall the youngsters ha
Youngsters lungs puncture dead in a dumpster
Upstairs the monsters
Hand full of drama
You scared of the drama
Bomber the monster boof
I'm back n***a proof I reappear
Shoot like homie ain't seeing clear
Blackness carcass covered with cat fish
We murkers with no purpose other than practice
There's three things I hate
Liars fakes and cheaters
Alcoholics sluts and f**king wife beaters
I guess that describes my life
I don't even know who song this is obie trice
B***h Bizarre don't give a f**k about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top and reeboks
This Ja Rule beef I ain't getting in
I'll need an RB singer to sing at my wedding
I'll turn your face into a f**king meat patty
I'll f**k your mommy and go fishing with your granny
I'll s**t on you I'll pee on R Kelly too
This is bizarre see you devil's night 2