Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Obie Trice - Outro ------------------------------------------ [gun cocked back] [Eminem] Nah, we ainīt done [echo] I love bein hated, it great it Letīs me know that I made it I wouldnīt have it no other way I wouldnīt trade it for the world Only letīs me know that Iīm loved by so many other motherfuckers that ainīt 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 whatīs ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin so much there ainīt nothin that we love more than ?? Your Skirts Up And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder whatīs 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 didnīt enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jacksonīs ass while he had the chance You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we canīt 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 ī106th & Parkī building Someoneīs gonna get killed and I swear to God if someone so much as even touches one of my people Iīll put a million on his head And you ainīt got the funds to match or counteract it But Iīd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit And it ainīt because Iīm a bitch Itīs because I ainīt a bitch, I donīt endanger people that Iīm with Iīm a general, I ainīt Bush, I donīt send my soldiers to war Iīm right there in the middle of the shit with īem, so when I do get īem Orders to storm your headquarters, youīll 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 ainīt even that deep I got heat thatīll sweep a niggaz street [explosion] See I wouldnīt fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya Iīll be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda" Without a failure, thereīs gonna be hell to tell the captain that a bassett hound couldnīt 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 Saddamīs kids [Obie Trice] Motherfucker, Iīll handle you We can have it out on any Avenue A ?? 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 Iīm involved in now A īDozen Dirtyī niggaz and they all get down Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours When revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot], cīmon) [Kuniva] While your punchin and tacklin punks Iīm handlin chumps, packin a pump thatīs longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks] On the streets Iīm a beast, I feast upon the weak So speak beef, Iīll 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 donīt 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 ? 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 Donīt 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 (cīmon, [gunshot]) We the soldiers, yaīll 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] Iīm 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] Thereīs three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin wife beaters A gat that describes my life I donīt even know who song this is [Obie Trice] Bitch, Bizarre donīt give a fuck about no hip hop At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing] This Ja Rule beef I ainīt gettin in Iīll meet an R & B singer to sing at my wedding I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty Iīll fuck your mommy and go fishin with your granny Iīll ? on You, Iīll pee on R. Kelly too This is Bizarre, see you "Devilīs Night 2"