D12 - Outro [Feat. Obie Trice] lyrics

[gun cocked back]

[Eminem]
Nah, we aint goin [echo]
I love bein hated, it great it
Let´s me know that I made it
I´dn´t have it no other way
I´dn´t trade it for the world
Only let´s me know that I am loved
by so many other motherf*ckers that aint you
And as long, as you keep f*ckin with us, we keep f*ckin you up
And keep pullin the rug from up under you
And what´s ever more f*cked up, is we enjoy what were doin
so much there aint nothin that we love more than Pullin Your Skirts Up
And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder
what´s up with them f*ckin one dough a man under-els
Do unto others of you´ll have done under you
So who the f*ck you motherf*ckers going to run to
When someone runs up with a mask & puts a gun to you [gun cocks]
You´ll ask youself, how come your mans
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 not
This is past any irrationalization
We´ve captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin
soon as we enter the ´10sixth and Park´ building
Someone has going to get killed & I swear to God
if someone so much as even touches one of my people
I will put a million on his head
And you aint got the funds to match or counteract it
But I would rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
And it aint because I am a bitch
It is because I aint a bitch, I do not endanger people that I am with
I am a general, I aint Bush, I do not send my soldiers to war
I am right there in the middle of the shit with ´em, so when I do get ´em
Orders to storm your headquarters, you will be f*ckin with a ..

[Swifty McVay]
F*ckin with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That I eat ya, niggaz want to keep speakin, like it aint even that deep
I got heat that´ll sweep a niggaz street [explosion]
See I´dn´t f*ck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
I will be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda"
Without a failure, theres going to 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]
Motherf*cker, I will handle you
We can have it out on any Avenue
A Average Man flipped into an animal
Shoot out your mandibles
Cannons & 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 & brown
Bound to be a problem child, look what I am involved in now
A ´Dozen Dirty´ niggaz & they all get down
Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
When revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot], come on)

[Kuniva]
While your punchin & tacklin punks
I am handlin chumps, packin a pump
that is longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks]
On the streets I am a beast, I feast upon the weak
So speak beef, I will shot you & 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 f*ck, I do not think mama beat me enough
When she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the keys to the truck
Shut the f*ck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck
Or in the streets takin a nap, bleedin & Lugged up
Who Want What like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep
Then f*ck it, it´ll be ten sleepin [gunshots]

[Proof]
Know much about my a land ski
Don´t tustle with my hand speed
Clutch your burner, bust it & watch your man bleed
We ferocious, toast no holsters
Approach us, throw heat straight from the soldiers (come on, [gunshot])
We the soldiers, ya´ll 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]
I am 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]
Theres three things I hate: liars, fakes & cheaters
Alcoholics, sluts & f*ckin wife beaters
A gat that describes my life
I do not even know who song this is [Obie Trice]
Bitch, Bizarre don´t give a f*ck about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing]
This Ja Rule beef I aint gettin in
I will meet an R and B singer to sing at my wedding
I turn your face into a f*ckin meat patty
I will f*ck your mommy & go fishin with your granny
I will Shit on You, I will pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see you "Devil´s Night 2"

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