Outro (Obie Trice/ Cheers) - Album Version (Explicit)

Nah, 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 let's me know that I'm loved

By so many other ** that ain't you, and it's bugged

'Cause you keep **in' with us, we keep **in' you up

And keep pullin' the rug from up under you

And what's ever more ** up, is we enjoy what were doin'

So much there ain't nothin' that we love more than "Pulling Your Skirts Up"

And exposin' you hoes so much, people are startin' to wonder

What's up with them **in' Wonder Woman underoos?

Do unto others as you will have done under you

So who the ** you ** 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 ** 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 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 **

And it ain't because I'm a **

It's because I ain't a **, 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 the ** with 'em, so when I do get 'em

Orders to storm your headquarters, you'll be **in' with a

Peacekeeper, see you ain't eager to greet this lyrical meat cleaver

That'll eat ya, ** wanna keep speakin', like it ain't even that deep

I got heat that'll sweep a **'s street

See I wouldn't ** 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 **

You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance, **

You get bombed like Lebanon with my own tactic

I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids

**, 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

** know the mechanicals

Break the pistol down, you should see them handles

The street taught the child, no read up manuals

Pushin' crack vows, 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 ** and they all get down

Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours

When revolvers we said "all men get down" (come on)

While you punchin' and tacklin' punks

I'm handlin' chumps, packin' 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 shot you and scream "increase the peace"

A monster, pistol packin', pushin' ** off they Hondas

Starve ya, get it crackin', yankin' **es for they ganja

Sneaky as **, I don't think mama beat me enough

When she was sleepin' stuff, I was stealin' the keys to the truck

Shut the ** up, before you end up dead in the dump truck

Or in the streets takin' a nap, bleedin' and lumped up

"Who Want What?" like M

Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep

Then ** it, it will be ten sleepin'

The muscle of 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, y'all the youngsters

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, ** (poof), I reappear

Shoot like, you ain't seein' clear

Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish

We murkers with no purpose other than practice

The three things I hate, liars, fakes and cheaters

Alcoholics, sluts and **in' wife-beaters

I guess that describes my life

I don't even know who song this is (Obie Trice)

**, Bizarre don't give a ** about no hip hop

At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks

This Ja Rule beef, I ain't gettin' in

I need an R&B singer to sing at my wedding

I turn your face into a **in' meat patty

I'll ** your mommy and go fishing with your granny

I'll ** on You, I'll pee on R

Kelly too

This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's Night 2"

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