Obie Trice, D12 - Outro (Cheers) lyrics

I love being hated, it's great
It lets 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 ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fucking with us
We keep fucking you up
And keep pulling the rug from up under you
And what’s even more fucked up
Is we enjoy what we're doing
So much there ain't nothing that we love
More than "Pulling Your Skirts Up"
And exposing you hoes so much
People are starting to wonder
What's up with them fucking
Wonder Woman underoos?
Do unto others as you will have done unto you
So who the fuck you
Motherfuckers gonna run to


When someone runs up with a mask
And puts a gun to you?
You gon' ask yourself, how come your mans
Didn't empty that 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 & 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 the shit with 'em, so when I do get 'em
Orders to storm your headquarters
You'll be fucking with a

Fucking with a beef keeper
See 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 street
See I wouldn't fuck with me neither
Only heaven can help ya
I'll be searching for you longer
Than The Legend of Zelda without a failure
There's gonna be hell to tell the
Captain that a basset 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
An "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
Pushing crack vows, 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' niggas and they all get down
Resolve any problem that enlarge with ours
When revolvers we said "all men get down"
(Kuniva)

While you're punching and tackling punks
I'm handling chumps, packing 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 shoot you and scream
"increase the peace"
A monster, pistol packing
Pushing niggas off they Hondas
Stomp you, get it cracking
Yanking bitches for they ganja
Sneaky as fuck
I don't think mama beat me enough
When she was sleeping 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 lugged up
"Who Want What?" like M bleek
With this heat if you ten deep
Then fuck it, it will be ten sleeping

The muscle of Meyer Lansky
Don't tussle 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 shoulders
We the soldiers, y'all the youngsters (ha)
Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster
Fed to the monsters, head full of trauma
You scared of the drama, bombered the monster
(Poof) i'm back, nigga (Poof) , I reappear
Shoot like Explosion, you ain't seein' clear
Blackness, carcass covered with catfish
We murkers with no purpose
Other than practice (Bizzy)

There's three things I hate: liars, fakes
And cheaters
Alcoholics, sluts, and fucking wife beaters
I guess 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 and Reeboks
This Ja Rule beef I ain't getting in
I'll need an R&B singer to sing at my wedding
I'll turn your face into a fucking meat patty
I'll fuck your mommy and go
Fishing with your granny
I'll Shit on You, I'll pee on R kelly, too
This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's Night 2"