Outro Lyrics - Cheers - Obie Trice

Naw 

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 lets me know that I'm loved 

By so many other motherfuckers 

That hate you in this buzz 

You keep fuckin' with us 

We keep fuckin' you up 

And keep pullin' the rug from up under you 

And what's even more fucked up 

Is we enjoy what were doin' so much 

There ain't 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 the fuckin' 

Wonder Woman underoos? 

Do onto others as you will have done onto you 

So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to? 

When someone runs up with a mask 

And puts a gun to you 

You will ask yourself how come your mans 

Didn't enter the 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 rationalization 

We have captured national media attention 

Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension 

Start buildin' soon as we enter the 106 and 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 rather rap than get into this gangster shit 

And it ain't because I'm a bitch 

It's cause 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 if I ain't there 

In the middle of this shit with em 

So when I do get em 

Orders to storm your head quarters 

You be fuckin' with a 

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A beat keeper, so you ain't eager 

To greet this lyrical meat cleaver 

That'll eat ya, niggers wanna keep speakin' 

Like it ain't even that deep 

I got heat that'll sweep a nigger's streets 

So ya wouldn't fuck with me neither 

Only heaven can help ya 

I be searchin' for ya longer 

Than The Legend of Zelda 

Without a failure 

It's gonna be Hell to tell the 

Captain that a basset hound 

Couldn't even smell ya 

Body wanna hide ya 

I'll be on that mob shit 

You another hopper 

Under the Renaissance, bitch 

You get bombed like Lebanon with 

On tactic 

I'll snatch your head like one Saddam's men 

Photos 

Motherfucker, I'll handle you 

We can have it out on any avenue 

An Average Man, flipped into an animal 

Shoot out ya mandibles 

Cannons and ammunition reload 

With precision, nigger know the mechanicals 

Break the pistol down you should see them handles 

The streets taught the child no read up manuals 

Pushin' crack valves, 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 niggers and they all get down 

I'll solve any problem that enlarge 

When I was on revolvers 

We all get down 

While you punchin' and tacklin' punks 

I'm handlin' chumps, packin' the pump 

That's longer than the elephant's trunk 

On the streets I'm the beast, I'll feast 

Upon the weak, so speak beef 

I'll shoot you and scream 

Increase the peace 

The monster, pistol packin' 

Pushin' niggers off they Hondas 

Stomp ya, get it crackin' 

Yankin' bitches for they Ganja 

Sneaky as fuck 

I don't think mamma beat me enough 

When she was sleepin' and 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 locked up 

You want what? 

Like M Bleak with this heat 

If your ten deep, then fuck 

It'll be ten asleep 

Don't mess with my alasnke 

Don't tussle with my aspe 

Clutch your burner 

Bust it and watch your man bleed 

We ferocious, toast, don't host us 

Approach us 

Through heat straight from the shoulders 

We the soldiers, you're the youngster's 

Youngster's among 

Aren't ya dead in the dumpster? 

Say to the monster head full of drama 

You scared of the trauma 

Vomit to monster 

(Woof!) I'm back nigger 

(Poof) I reappear 

Shoot like, you ain't seein' clear 

Blackness, carcass, cover with catfish 

We mercers with no purpose 

Other than practice 

Theirs three things I hate 

Liars, fakes, and cheaters 

Alcohol, and sluts, and fuckin' wife beaters 

I guess that describes my life 

I don't even know whose song this is 

Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck 

About no Hip-Hop 

At my release party 

In a pink tank top in Reebok's 

This Ja Rule beef, I'm not gettin' in 

I need an R&B singer 

To sing at my weddin' (Say yeah) 

I'll turn your face into a fuckin' meat patty 

I'll fuck your mommy 

And go fishin' with your granny 

I'll shit on you 

I'll pee on R Kelly too 

This is Bizarre 

See you in Devil's Night 2