Gun cocked back
Eminem
Nah, we aint gone
I love bein hated, its great it
Lets me know that I made it
I wouldnt have it no other way
I wouldnt trade it for the world
Only lets me know that Im loved
By so many other motherfuckers that aint 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 whats ever more fucked up
Is we enjoy what were doin so much there aint nothin
That we love more than pullin your skirts up
And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder
Whats up wit 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 wit a mask and puts a gun to you gun cocks
You will ask yourself, how come your mans
Didnt enter that last round that he had
In Curtis Jacksons ass while he had the chance
You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we cant
This is past any rationalization
We have captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin
Soon as we enter the 106 Park building
Someones gonna get killed and I swear to God
If someone so much as even touches one of my people
Ill put a million on his head
And you aint got the funds to match or counteract it
But Id rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
And it aint because Im a bitch
Its because I aint a bitch
I dont endanger people that Im wit
Im a general, I aint Bush
I dont send my soldiers to war
Im right there in the middle of the shit with em
So when I do get em
Orders to storm your headquarters, youll be fuckin with a…
Swifty McVay
Fuckin wit a peacekeeper
See you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver, that I eat ya
Niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it aint even that deep
I got heat thatll sweep a niggaz street explosion
See I wouldnt fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
Ill be searchin for you longer than the Legend Of Zelda
Without a failure, theres gonna be hell to tell the
Captain that a Basset Hound couldnt 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 explosion with my own tactic
Ill snatch your head like one of Saddams kids
Obie Trice
Motherfucker Ill 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 youre young and brown
Bound to be a problem child
Look what Im 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 gunshot come on!
Kuniva
While your punchin and tacklin punks
Im handlin chumps, packin a pump
Thats longer than the elephant trunk gun cocks
On the streets Im a beast, I feast upon the weak
So speak beef, Ill 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 dont 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, itll be ten sleepin gunshots
Proof
Know much about my a land ski
Dont 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 soldiers come on! gunshot
We the soldiers, yall the youngsters ha
Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster gunshot
Upstairs the Munsters, hand full of drama
You scared of the drama, bomber the monster gun cocks boof
Im back nigga woof, I reappear
Shoot like gunshot, homie steer clear
Blackness, carcass covered with catfish
We murkers with no purpose other than practice
Bizarre
Theres three things I hate liars, fakes and cheaters
Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin wife beaters
A gat that describes my life
I dont even know who song this is Obie Trice
Bitch, Bizarre dont give a fuck about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks laughing
This Ja Rule beef I aint gettin in
Ill meet an RB singer to sing at my wedding Say yeahhh
I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty
Ill fuck your mommy and go fishin with your granny
Ill Shit On You, Ill pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see you at Devils Night 2