Outro

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 motherf**kers That hate you in this buzz You keep f**kin' wit us, we keep f**kin' you up And keep pulling the rug from up under you And what's even more f**ked 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 f**kin' 'Wonder Woman' under alls Do onto others as you will have done unto you So who the f**k you mothaf**kas 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 a*s 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 f**kin' 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 f**k 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 Ba*set 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 Mathaf**ka, 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 f**k, I don't think Mamma beat me enough When she was sleeping and stuff I was stealing the keys to the truck Shut the f**k 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 f**k, 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, carca*s, cover with catfish We murkers with no purpose other than practice There are three things I hate, liars, fakes, and cheaters Alcoholics, sluts, and f**kin' 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 f**k 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 f**kin' meat patty I'll f**k 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'