Outro歌词-Eminem / D-12 / Obie Trice

Outro (From Obie Trice's Cheers)

Eminem/D-12/Obie Trice

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Outro - Eminem (埃米纳姆)/D-12/Obie Trice

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