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Текст песни Obie Trice - Outro

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Eminem: Verse 1](Gun loading)Nah (nah).....we ain`t doneI love being hated, it`s great it, let`s me know that I made itI wouldn`t have it no other way, I wouldn`t trade it for the worldOnly lets me know that i`m loved by so many other mother fuckersThat hate you in this buzz, cos you keep fuckin wit us, we keep fuckin you upAnd keep pulling the rug from up under you, and what`s even more fucked upIs we enjoy doing what were doing so muchThere ain`t nothing that we love more than pulling your skirts upAnd exposin you hoes so much people are starting to wonderWhats up with the fuckin "Wonder Woman" underallsDo onto others as you will have done onto youSo who the fuck you mothafuckas gonna run toWhen someone runs up wit a mask and puts a gun to you (Gun cocking)You will ask yourself how come your mans didn`t empty the last round that he hadIn "Curtis Jackson`s" ass while he had the chanceYou keep asking us to keep it on wax, but we can`tThis is past any rationalizationWe have captured national media attentionConversation is senseless you can sense the tensionStart building soon as we enter the "106 and Park" buildingSomeone`s gonna get killed and I swear to god if someone so much as evenTouches one of my people i`ll put a million on his headAnd you ain`t got the funds to match or counteract itBut I rather rap than get into this gangsta shitAnd it aint because I`m a bitch it`s cuz I aint a bitchI don`t endanger people that I`m with, I`m a generalI aint "Bush" I don`t send my soldiers to war if I ain`t thereIn the middle of this shit with em, so when I do get emOrders to storm your headquarters, you be fuckin with a...[Swifty: Verse 2]...A beat keeper, so you ain`t eager to greet this lyrical meat cleaverThat`ll eat ya, Niggas wanna keep speaking, Like it ain`t even that deep.I got heat that`ll sweep a niggas streets, so ya wouldn`t fuck with me neitherOnly heaven can help ya, I be searching for ya longer than "The Legend of Zelda" (Ha!)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 bitchYou get bombed like Lebanon with (*explosion*)On tactic, I`ll snatch your head like one Saddamn`s men[Obie Trice: Verse 3]Mathafucka I`ll handle you, we can have it out on any avenueAn "Average Man", flipped into an animalShoot out ya mandibles, cannons and ammunition reloadWith precision nigga know the mechanicalsBreak the Pistol down you should see them handlesThe streets taught the child no read up manualsPushing crack valves, 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 nowA "Dozen Dirty" niggaz and they all get downI`ll solve any problem that enlarge when I was with revolvers used to laugh "bring me down" (Gunshot) C`mon![Kuniva: Verse 4]While you punching` and tackling` punksI`m handling` chumps, packing` the pumpThat`s longer than the elephant`s trunk.On the streets I`m "the beast", I`ll feastUpon the weak, so speak "beef" I`ll shoot you and scream "Increase the peace!" (*explosion*)The monster, pistol packing`, pushing` niggaz off they "Hondas"Stomp ya, get it cracking` yanking` bitches for they GanjaSneaky as fuck, I don`t think mamma beat me enoughWhen she was sleeping and stuffI was stealing the keys to the truckShut the fuck up! Before you end up dead in the dump truckOr in the streets taking a nap bleeding and locked upYou want what? Like "M Bleak" with this HeatIf your ten deep, then fuck it`ll be ten asleep (*gunshots*)[Proof: Verse 5]Don`t mess with my alasnke, don`t tussle with my aspeClutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed (Gunshot)We ferocious, toast don`t host usApproach us, through heat straight from the shouldersWe the soldiers, ya the youngster`s Youngsta`s among, aren`t ya dead in the dumpstaSay to the monsta head full of dramaYou scared of the trauma vomit to monsta(Woof!) I`m back nigga, (Poof!) I reappearShoot like (*boom*) you ain`t seeing clearBlackness, carcass, cover with catfishWe murkers with no purpose other than practice[Bizarre: Verse 6]There are three things I hate: liars, fakes, and cheaters;Alcoholics, sluts, and fuckin wife beatersI guess that describes my life,I don`t even know whose song this is? (*Obie Trice*)Bitch, Bizarre don`t give a fuck about no hip-hopAt my release party in a pink tank top and Reebok`sThis "Ja Rule" beef im not getting in, I need an R&B singer to sing at my wedding (Say Yeah!)I`ll turn your face into a fuckin` meat pattyI`ll fuck yo mommy and go fishing with yo grannyI`ll shit on you; I`ll pee on R. Kelly too,This is Bizarre see you "Devils Night 2".

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