Outro Feat Eminem & D-12 Lyrics

(*gun cocked back*)[Eminem]Nah, we ain't goin (*echo*)I love bein hated, it great itLet's me know that I made itI wouldn't have it no other wayI wouldn't trade it for the worldOnly let's me know that I'm lovedby so many other motherfuckers that ain't youAnd as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we keep fuckin you upAnd keep pullin the rug from up under youAnd what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doinso much there ain't nothin that we love more than +Pullin Your Skirts Up+And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonderwhat's up with them fuckin one dough a man under-elsDo unto others of you will have done under youSo who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run toWhen someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you (*gun cocks*)You will ask youself, how come your mansdidn't enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chanceYou keep askin us to keep it on wax but we can'tThis is past any irrationalizationWe have captured national media attentionConversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildinsoon as we enter the '106th & Park' buildingSomeone's gonna get killed and I swear to Godif someone so much as even touches one of my peopleI'll put a million on his headAnd you ain't got the funds to match or counteract itBut I'd rather rap than get into this gangsta shitAnd it ain't because I'm a bitchIt's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm withI'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't send my soldiers to warI'm right there in the middle of the shit with 'em, so when I do get 'emOrders 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 cleaverThat I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it ain't even that deepI got heat that'll sweep a niggaz street (*explosion*)See I wouldn't fuck with me neither, only heaven can help yaI'll be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda"Without a failure, there's gonna be hell to tell thecaptain that a bassett hound couldn't even smell yabody, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shitYou another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitchYou get bombed like Lebanon (*explosion*) with my own tacticI snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids[Obie Trice]Motherfucker, I'll handle youWe can have it out on any AvenueA +Average Man+ flipped into an animalShoot out your mandiblesCannons and ammunition, reload with precisionNigga know the mechanicalsBreak the pistol down, you should see them handlesThe street taught the child, no read up manualsPush your crack vows, young Nino BrownChasin green is the dream, when your young and brownBound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in nowA 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and they all get downDissolve any problem that enlarge with oursWhen revolvers we said "all men get down" (*gunshot*, c'mon)[Kuniva]While your punchin and tacklin punksI'm handlin chumps, packin a pumpthat's longer than the elephant trunk (*gun cocks*)On the streets I'm a beast, I feast upon the weakSo speak beef, I'll shot you and scream "increase the peace"A monster, pistol packin pushin niggaz off they HondasStarve ya, get it crackin, yankin bitches for they ganjaSneaky as fuck, I don't think mama beat me enoughWhen she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the keys to the truckShut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truckOr in the streets takin a nap, bleedin and Lugged up+Who Want What+ like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deepThen fuck it, it will be ten sleepin (*gunshots*)[Proof]Know much about my a land skiDon't tustle with my hand speedClutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleedWe ferocious, toast no holstersApproach 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 dramaYou scared of the drama, bomber the monster (*gun cocks*, boof)I'm back nigga (woof), I reappearShoot like (*gunshot*), homie steer clearBlackness, carcass covered with cat fishWe murkers with no purpose other than practice[Bizarre]There's three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheatersAlcoholics, sluts and fuckin wife beatersA gat that describes my lifeI don't even know who song this is (*Obie Trice*)Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip hopAt my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks (*laughing*)This Ja Rule beef I ain't gettin inI'll meet an R & B singer to sing at my weddingI turn your face into a fuckin meat pattyI'll fuck your mommy and go fishin with your grannyI'll +Shit on You+, I'll pee on R. Kelly tooThis is Bizarre, see you "Devil's Night 2"