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Outro
Obie Trice
Let's me know that I made it
Nah, we ain't done [echo]
I love bein hated, it great it
I wouldn't have it no other way
I wouldn't trade it for the world
by so many other motherfuckers that ain't you
Only let's me know that I'm loved
And as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we keep fuckin you up
And keep pullin the rug from up under you
so much there ain't nothin that we love more than +Pullin Your Skirts Up+
And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin
what's up with them fuckin one dough a man underAnd exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder
Do unto others of you will have done under you
So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to
You will ask youself, how come your mans
When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks]
didn't enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance
You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we can't
This is past any irrationalization
We have captured national media attention
soon as we enter the '106th & Park' building
Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin
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 shit
And it ain't because I'm a bitch
It's because I ain't a bitch, 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 shit with 'em, so when I do get 'em
Orders to storm your headquarters, you'll be fuckin with a ..
Fuckin with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver
[Swifty McVay]
I got heat that'll sweep a niggaz street [explosion]
That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it ain't even that deep
See I wouldn't fuck 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 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 Saddam's kids
[Obie Trice]
Motherfucker, I'll handle you
A +Average Man+ flipped into an animal
We can have it out on any Avenue
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
Chasin green is the dream, when your young and brown
Push your crack vows, young Nino Brown
Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now
Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
A 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and they all get down
When revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot], c'mon)
[Kuniva]
While your punchin and tacklin punks
I'm handlin chumps, packin a pump
On the streets I'm a beast, I feast upon the weak
that's longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks]
So speak beef, I'll 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 don't 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
+Who 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
Don't tustle with my hand speed
Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed
We ferocious, toast no holsters
We the soldiers, ya'll the youngsters (ha)
Approach us, throw heat straight from the soldiers (c'mon, [gunshot])
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]
I'm 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]
There's three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters
Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin wife beaters
A gat that describes my life
Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip hop
I don't even know who song this is [Obie Trice]
At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing]
This Ja Rule beef I ain't gettin in
I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty
I'll meet an R & B singer to sing at my wedding
I'll fuck your mommy and go fishin with your granny
This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's Night 2"I'll +Shit on You+, I'll pee on R. Kelly too
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