paroles de chanson Outro - Eminem , D12 , Obie Trice
Nah,
we
ain′t
done
I
love
being
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′
wit
us,
we
keep
fuckin'
you
up
And
keep
pulling
the
rug
from
up
under
you
And
what′s
even
more
fucked
up
is
We
enjoy
what
we
were
doin'
so
much
There
ain′t
nothing
that
we
love
More
than
pulling
your
skirts
up
And
exposin'
you
hoes
so
much
People
are
starting
to
wonder
What′s
up
with
the
fuckin'
'Wonder
Woman′
under
alls
Do
onto
others
as
you
will
have
done
unto
you
So
who
the
fuck
you
mothafuckas
gonna
run
to
When
someone
runs
up
wit
a
mask
and
puts
a
gun
to
you
You
will
ask
yourself
how
come
Your
mans
didn′t
empty
the
last
round
That
he
had
in
Curtis
Jackson's
ass
While
he
had
the
chance
You
keep
asking
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
building
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'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
if
I
ain't
there
In
the
middle
of
this
shit
with
′em
So,
when
I
do
get
′em
orders
to
storm
your
headquarters
You
be
fuckin'
with
a
beat
keeper
So
you
ain′t
eager
to
greet
this
lyrical
meat
cleaver
That'll
eat
ya,
niggas
wanna
keep
speaking
Like
it
ain′t
even
that
deep
I
got
heat
that'll
sweep
a
nigga′s
streets
So
ya
wouldn't
fuck
with
me
neither,
only
heaven
can
help
ya
I
be
searching
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
Mathafucka,
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,
nigga,
know
the
mechanicals
Break
the
pistol
down,
you
should
see
them
handles
The
streets
taught
the
child,
no
read
up
manuals
Pushing
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
now
A
′Dozen
Dirty'
niggaz
and
they
all
get
down
I′ll
solve
any
problem
that
enlarged
when
I
was
with
revolvers
Used
to
laugh,
"Bring
me
down",
c'mon
While
you
punching′
and
tackling'
punks
I′m
handling'
chumps,
packing'
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
packing′,
pushing'
niggaz
off
they
Hondas
Stomp
ya,
get
it
cracking'
yanking′
bitches
for
they
Ganja
Sneaky
as
fuck,
I
don′t
think
Mamma
beat
me
enough
When
she
was
sleeping
and
stuff
I
was
stealing
the
keys
to
the
truck
Shut
the
fuck
up
before
you
end
up
dead
in
the
dump
truck
Or
in
the
streets,
taking
a
nap
bleeding
and
locked
up
You
want
what?
Like
M
Bleak
with
this
heat
If
you're
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
Throw
heat
straight
from
the
shoulders
We
the
soldiers,
ya
the
youngsters
Youngsters
among,
aren′t
ya
dead
in
the
dumpsta
Say
to
the
monsta
head
full
of
drama
"You
scared
of
the
trauma",
vomit
to
monsta
I'm
back
nigga,
I
reappear,
shoot
like
you
ain't
seeing
clear
Blackness,
carcass,
cover
with
catfish
We
murkers
with
no
purpose
other
than
practice
There
are
three
things
I
hate,
liars,
fakes,
and
cheaters
Alcoholics,
sluts,
and
fuckin′
wife
beaters
I
guess
that
describes
my
life
I
don′t
even
know
whose
song
we
singing,
Obie
Trice
Bitch!
Bizarre
don't
give
a
fuck
about
no
hip-hop
At
my
release
party
in
a
pink
tank
top
and
Reeboks
This
′Ja
Rule'
beef,
I′m
not
getting
in
I
need
an
R&B
singer
to
sing
at
my
wedding
I'll
turn
your
face
into
a
fuckin′
meat
patty
I'll
fuck
yo
mommy
and
go
fishing
with
yo
granny
I'll
shit
on
you,
I′ll
pee
on
R.
Kelly
too
This
is
Bizarre,
see
you
′Devil's
Night
2′
![Obie Trice feat. D12 & Eminem - Cheers](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/g/6/c/4/bawtfu4c6g.jpg)
1 The Setup
2 Outro (Obie Trice/ Cheers)
3 Got Some Teeth
4 Lady
5 Spread Yo Shit
6 We All Die One Day
7 Don't Come Down
8 Bad Bitch
9 Follow My Life
10 Look In My Eyes
11 Hands On You
12 Hoodrats
13 Oh!
14 Outro
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