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 motherfuckers   That hate you in this buzz      You keep fuckin' wit us, we keep fuckin' you up   And keep pulling the rug from up under you   And what's even more fucked 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 fuckin' 'Wonder Woman' under alls   Do onto others as you will have done unto you   So who the fuck you mothafuckas 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 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 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 fuckin' 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 fuck 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 Basset 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      Mathafucka, 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 fuck, I don't think Mamma beat me enough   When she was sleeping and 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 locked up   You want what? Like M Bleak with this heat   If you're ten deep, then fuck, 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, carcass, cover with catfish   We murkers with no purpose other than practice      There are three things I hate, liars, fakes, and cheaters   Alcoholics, sluts, and fuckin' 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 fuck 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 fuckin' meat patty   I'll fuck 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'