paroles de chanson Outro (Obie Trice/ Cheers) - Obie Trice
Nah,
we
ain't
done
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
What's
up
with
them
fuckin
one
dough
a
man
under-els
Do
unto
others
of
you
will
have
done
under
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
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't
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
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
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
.
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
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"
Without
a
failure,
there's
gonna
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
with
my
own
tactic
I
snatch
your
head
like
one
of
Saddam's
kids
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
The
street
taught
the
child,
no
read
up
manuals
Push
your
crack
vows,
young
Nino
Brown
Chasin
green
is
the
dream,
when
your
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
Dissolve
any
problem
that
enlarge
with
ours
When
revolvers
we
said
"all
men
get
down"
(,
c'mon)
While
your
punchin
and
tacklin
punks
I'm
handlin
chumps,
packin
a
pump
That's
longer
than
the
elephant
trunk
On
the
streets
I'm
a
beast,
I
feast
upon
the
weak
So
speak
beef,
I'll
shot
you
and
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
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
Or
in
the
streets
takin
a
nap,
bleedin
and
Lugged
up
+Who
Want
What+
like
M.
Bleek,
with
this
heat
if
you
ten
deep
Then
fuck
it,
it
will
be
ten
sleepin
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,)
We
the
soldiers,
ya'll
the
youngsters
(ha)
Youngsters
lungs
puncture,
dead
in
a
dumpster
Upstairs
the
Munsters,
hand
full
of
drama
You
scared
of
the
drama,
bomber
the
monster
I'm
back
nigga
(woof),
I
reappear
Shoot
like,
homie
steer
clear
Blackness,
carcass
covered
with
cat
fish
We
murkers
with
no
purpose
other
than
practice
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
Bitch,
Bizarre
don't
give
a
fuck
about
no
hip
hop
At
my
release
party
in
a
pink
tank
top
in
Reeboks
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
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
"Devil's
Night
2"
Peyman
Is
King
![Obie Trice - 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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