Outro Lyrics & Tabs by Pazuzu
Outro
guitar chords lyrics
[gun cocked back]
[Eminem]
Nah, we ain't done [echo]
I love bein hated, it 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 motherfuckers that ain't you
And as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we keep fuckin you up
And keep pullin the rug from up under you
And what's ever 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
Do unto others of you will have done under you
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
Do unto others of you will have done under you
What's up with them fuckin one dough a man under-els
So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to
Didn't enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance
When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks]
You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we can't
You will ask youself, how come your mans
This is past any irrationalization
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
And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it
I'll put a million on his head
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 .
[Swifty McVay]
Fuckin with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it ain't even that deep
I got heat that'll sweep a niggaz street [explosion]
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"
Body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit
Without a failure, there's gonna be hell to tell the
Captain that a bassett hound couldn't even smell ya
You get bombed like Lebanon [explosion] with my own tactic
You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch
I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids
[Obie Trice]
Motherfucker, I'll handle you
We can have it out on any Avenue
A +Average Man+ flipped into an animal
Shoot out your mandibles
Cannons and ammunition, reload with precision
Nigga know the mechanicals
Break the pistol down, you should see them handles
Push your crack vows, young Nino Brown
The street taught the child, no read up manuals
Chasin green is the dream, when your young and brown
A 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and they all get down
Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now
When revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot], c'mon)
Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
I'm handlin chumps, packin a pump
[Kuniva]
While your punchin and tacklin punks
That's longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks]
So speak beef, I'll shot you and scream "increase the peace"
On the streets I'm a beast, I feast upon the weak
Starve ya, get it crackin, yankin bitches for they ganja
A monster, pistol packin pushin niggaz off they Hondas
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
+Who Want What+ like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep
Or in the streets takin a nap, bleedin and Lugged up
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
Approach us, throw heat straight from the soldiers (c'mon, [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'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
I don't even know who song this is [Obie Trice]
Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing]
This Ja Rule beef I ain't gettin in
I'll meet an R & B singer to sing at my wedding
I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty
I'll +Shit on You+, I'll pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's Night 2"I'll fuck your mommy and go fishin with your granny
