[Eminem] Nah, we ain't goin [echo] I love bein hated, it 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 let's me know that I'm loved By so many other motherfuckers that ain't 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 what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin So much there ain't nothin that we love more than +Pullin Your Skirts Up+ And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder What's up with 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 with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks] You will ask youself, how come your mans Didn't enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we can't This is past any irrationalization We have captured national media attention Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin Soon as we enter the '106th & 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 I'm right there in the middle of the shit with 'em, so when I do get 'em Orders 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 cleaver That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it ain't even that deep I got heat that'll sweep a niggaz street [explosion] See I wouldn't fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya I'll be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda" Without a failure, there's gonna be hell to tell the Captain that a bassett 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 [explosion] with my own tactic I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids
[Obie Trice] Motherfucker, I'll 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 your 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 Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours When revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot], c'mon)
[Kuniva] While your punchin and tacklin punks I'm handlin chumps, packin a pump That's longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks] On the streets I'm a beast, I feast upon the weak So speak beef, I'll 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 don't 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, it will be ten sleepin [gunshots]
[Proof] Know much about my a land ski Don't tustle 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 (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 drama You scared of the drama, bomber the monster [gun cocks, boof] I'm back nigga (woof), I reappear Shoot like [gunshot], homie steer clear Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish We murkers with no purpose other than practice
[Bizarre] There's three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin wife beaters A gat 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 in Reeboks [laughing] This Ja Rule beef I ain't gettin in I'll meet an are & be
We run this shit, fo-five on the hipBeen ridin' for ShadyCashis 'n' O, Shady RecordsThe dream teamSittin' in the back of the, all gray AccuraGun to the passenger, for acting toughScatter wheel in the passin', harder than assassinPlus I'm on the draw-down, quick as fuckLast move 'fore I give all street shit upPut a nigga in the ground, face down, feet upThis nigga here tried to cuff me for my re-upWhen I went to his crib he called police upNow you on your way to being pimp paplegaFor sending messages through bitches like, 'You gon' see us'Shady, Cash, king of the dope-fiends, plusCan move a square mile by blocks 'til I'm creamed upTake the bullet out of Obie head, put it in my pistol and use itAs ammunition on the niggas that hit, famI got to war on the regular, man'Cause I'm part of the dream team, you a regular manForce rap, I don't see no competitors, andYou see things like me, when my metal run handI'm a state case boy with a federal planAnd huntin' them beats, beatin' the shit out skinheadsI'm the spirit of a G, bringin' lyrics to the streetI'm Cashis, a real dope boy on the beatSlumped in the seat, tucked, clutchin' the heatBasically, you niggas can't fuck with meWe run this shit, fo'-five on the hip'Bout to ride for ShadyY'all niggas ain't hard, y'all niggas ain't realY'all niggas ain't crazyBring it on if you want, you don't know the homicidesThat I've done latelyWe run this shit, fo'-five on the hip'Bout to ride for ShadyYeah, Trice is back on the Alchy trackWith Cashis, capitalizing on this mic, in factWe fuckin' with the captain of rap, my nigga with the Nike capKeep the cottonoid in quite exactSo I'm luring you cats into the second class actWhere maturing's the number uno asset, as yetWho's the pastor, driver, O. TriceThe flow to die for and death blow surviveI echo through your external vibeWith internal experiences I've acquiredI'm probably the most honest hip-hopper aliveA victim, depicting images from my own eyesNever livin' through holmes, whyHomie got his own set of stand-up cahoonas, stand-up guyIt's Cashis, O. Tri', rappers we blow byThis is as accurate as the masses will have it, no lie niggaWe run this shit, fo'-five on the hipBeen ridin' for ShadyY'all niggas ain't dope y'all niggas ain't skilledY'all niggas ain't crazyBring it on if you want, you don't know the homicidesThat I've got latelyWe run this shit, fo'-five on the hipBeen ridin' for ShadyWe run this shit, fo'-five on the hip'Bout to ride for ShadyY'all niggas ain't hard, y'all niggas ain't realY'all niggas ain't crazyBring it on if you want, you don't know the homicidesThat I've done latelyWe run this shit, fo'-five on the hip'Bout to ride for Shady
KaySlay! (Yeah) Yo.. Drama King! (Yeah!) Check it out, check it out - O. Trice! (Shady Records nigga, it's goin down once again boy) It's just a scratch man (Let's go Em)
[Eminem] I Murder this Inc as soon as I touch the page You ain't gon' have no other choice but to rush the stage and charge the mic, and I hope you got the heart to fight Cause you gon' have to, cause you ain't got the smarts to write somethin that good, to try to come back at me with What you gon' do, try to out-rap me with that happy shit? You motherfuckers crack me up Talkin bout you gonna smack me up, y'all won't even back me up Throw up your paws, you pussies can't even scratch me hard It's like fuckin Castor Claw tryna jack me off You think I'm afraid? What you tryna throw some fear in me? You think I'm dumb enough to roll with no security? {*gun clicks*} I'm doin my best to try to show maturity But don't sit there and stare at me like hoes and sneer at me like it's supposed to be scarin me Like I won't leap clean over this fuckin V.I.P. rope and throw this chair at anyone close or near me tryna approach me physically cause he don't spit lyrically And he knows that my flow's so sick, this hoe's on my dick and he's so sick of hearin me, my posters is starin at him But I don't think he knows the severity of what it could escalate to or that it could grow so seriously if I go hysterically; cause I guarantee there's no one in here that would resort like a childhood any quicker than I would, or hit you with plywood Especially when I'm sippin on this liquor and tonic One swig of this bottle I'ma go upside your head so hard with it the mark
[Obie Trice] Obie Trice: Real name, no gimmicks Rap; I been in it ever since I was invented That's cause a nigger live it My records wield digits in history Niggers, you be the witness I got the white boys mad at me Cause Em signed another black boy Like he nigger happy Caucasians, Marshall knows talent Obie Trice a riot, that's why he's hired I hit ya raves, balloons and E's And bang all your European Pamela Lee's Fuckin' aye, or how we say it round my way 'Fo sho', Trice gon blow, then I'm off to them shows I'm off across the globe, until my accounts all swoll For young Kobe - big things, act like ya know me Not a soul can hold me, I'm here
[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no [Obie] Rap Name The name's ('Obie Trice') ('They see me on the streets They be like 'Yo, he nice!') So I came to the game ('Real name, no gimmicks') Rap a livin'... [Eminem] That's why I ain't got no [Obie] Rap Name The name's ('Obie Trice') ('They see me on the streets They be like 'Yo, he nice!') So I came to the game ('Real name, no gimmicks') Rap a livin'... [Eminem] That's why I ain't got no...
[Obie Trice] It didn't take much - one hot single (BAM!!) Smiles and handshakes, my man The industry greeted me with open arms With no type of flak cause O. Trice got that Fugaze y'all rap, who gave y'all dat? New wave of mu-zack that you're all lovin' Got your broads on my balls, huggin' Even my next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?) Please believe it I'm as 'Down to Earth' as Chris Rock Gettin' hit by trucks, starin' at twat A big cannon in ya G-spot Me, not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot Whether or not you believe my status I'm prepared to be the baddest On the rap that's happenin' Put the Mitten back on the map With Mathers and win this
[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no [Obie] Rap Name The name's ('Obie Trice') ('They see me on the streets They be like 'Yo, he nice!') So I came to the game ('Real name, no gimmicks') Rap a livin'... [Eminem] That's why I ain't got no [Obie] Rap Name The name's ('Obie Trice') ('They see me on the streets They be like 'Yo, he nice!') So I came to the game ('Real name, no gimmicks') Rap a livin'... [Eminem] That's why I ain't got no...
[Obie Trice] Well, I'm drunk right now, but still I got a gun Beef? (*cocked and two shots*) best-a run Cause when I pop, people's flesh get numb And whoa... Ya might not make it 'til ya young The only one with okay's, wanna blaze Meet my little friends on racks in my den Pull 'em out, that's when the action begins And ya block, remind you of Mad Max the film Deserted, that's word to vacant homes 2002 Trice up in ya headphones [Eminem] If it's ya system [Obie] Trice up in ya bows [Eminem] If it's ya women [Obie] Then Trice up in ya hoes! I suppose that I am kinda cocky, when it's dealin' With raps, chicks, and cats out to sock me I handle it like Rocky, Jake Sneed Rakim, Eric B. - O's a G!
[Eminem] That's why I ain't got no [Obie] Rap Name The name's ('Obie Trice') ('They see me on the streets They be like 'Yo, he nice!') So I came to the game ('Real name, no gimmicks') Rap a livin'... [Eminem] That's why I ain't got no [Obie] Rap Name The name's ('Obie Trice') ('They see me on the streets They be like 'Yo, he nice!') So I came to the game ('Real name, no gimmicks') Rap a livin'... [Eminem] That's why I ain't got no...
{*scratching*} 'Rap Name' ... 'Rap Name'... 'Rap Name'... 'Rap Name'... 'O-Obie Trice' [Eminem] You-you-you can get stomped by Obie...
hey yo... when I step up in the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor, I see motherfuckers sneaking to the door, cause when I spit on mic's I spit raw, which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor, I keep the club on the bets??, cause he gotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit, nigga's get to whilein??, when my words echo's the room like, Get your hand out my pocket, you suck shit when my topics rockin, i'm banned from clubs because my toxic tonsils??, louts speaking like a fucking sports announcer, I spit the baa-haa till you rush the bouncer, I rush the mutherfucker in your way who's bouncing, you know old christ get their yak's pronouncin...
Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker, Out your seat motherfucker, i'm a reach motherfucker, shady- records till I sleep motherfuckers obi-trice nothin but street motherfucker tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker I would'nt give a fuck who you be motherfucker punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker
When I speak I blow out your tweeters, yo dog, show out in speakers roll out with heaters, i'm just an animal eating the game, jump the monkey, funky and obie's the name, I rose solo, never been a hoe though, keep yak's vocal when cats act loco, where you at when i'm moving the crowd, you get trampled, mashed on detroid style, up out your seats, pump out the E's, off the beat's the crowd overpleased, where my nigga's at smoking them tree's, off the coniyak, finger fucking the ski's, that's how it is when you party with me, you dont like it, you L-7 like a square beat...
yo, yo, since I came I re-arrange the place with blaze, spays dope wit h coke-dealers DNA, i'm so addicted, to gettin nigga's lifted, drunk off a liquid, obie trice the misfit, douse'in the crowd with piss and voul's, we underground motherfucker fix your frown's, I beat the poor with a wisky tour, off a wisky you never been this deep before, so throw up your hand and peep out your man's when I come through next quarter try fix it in you's, and trust i'm attackin it, I hook up the hot shit like az hackin it, thats why i'm so maraculious, and hope to get you nigga's pumped up, I see you next time I see him chump,
Love Me 작곡:Curtis Jackson,Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers,Obie Trice,Steve King
You don’t see me in the hood …It’s cuz I’m doin this man
Niggaz I’m still grindin’ I’m still hearin’ those sirens I’m still getting chased by those lights Only the lights lime, and my mics on And my time is none Because I’m writing more And I aint here to meet a soul in this business I’m here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this And I can’t let y’all derail me man I got young Kobe hommie, you gotta let go of Obie Cuz Obie be back, we get them craps going on and that giach going on Soon as a nigga touch down backs from tourin Cuz whatever put that on the cheddar man But in the meantime its Jimmy Ivean time Chase cheese rhyme till my voice give out This is it my nigga’s, this what we boast about Now I’m here, so shut your muthafuckin mouth And show me love bitch
*I just wanna love you, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning, hold you through the night
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There’s a certain mystique, when I speak That you notice that’s sorta unique, cause you know its me My poetries deep and I’m stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You can’t sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep I’m strapped, just know in any minute I could snap I’m the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad, lyrically It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money You can’t pay me enough, for you to play me, its cock-a-many You just aint zanney enough, to rock with shady My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock’s coo-coo I got screws loose, yeah the whole kitten kaboodle I’m just brutal, its no rumor, I’m numero uno Assume it, there’s no humor in it No more you know, I’m Rollin with a swollen bowlin’ ball in my bag You’ll need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass You better love me …bitch
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My boys is crazy in the hood, they holler my name If it aint about the flow it’s about the stones and the chain If I was you, id love me too, I roll like a boss 9/11 paws same color as cranberry sauce I aint gonna front, I thought R. Kelly was your shit Let me find out he fuckin round with Bow Wow bitch Niggaz eatin popcorn right, rewindin the tape Now Shorty, Momma and the Priest sit, hollerin rape I’m convinced man, sumtin really wrong with these hoes I thought Lil’ Kim was hot, till she start fuckin with her nose Used to listen to Lauren hill, and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD, didn’t have no beat That boy D’angelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell My back shots help Ashanti hit them high notes Then Big Ben taught Charlie Bmore to deep throat Yea…
[Verse 1 - Obie Trice] Yes I understand I done came a long way From huggin them corners to appearin on TV From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me To makin 'em hits, like this shit's easy But it's not, it's a whole lot of bullshit involved And truthfully, I'd rather be bullshittin with ya'll But I gotta chase the donuts, cocoa's growin And it's like "oh shit, she was just born" And now she knowin every song on the radio (radio) If I hear another Bow Wow quotable ([laughing], oh no) Grown as ever (yeah), school craft for ever (yeah) Recognize real when I stare at ya My niggaz I'm a hold ya down Even when I'm not around, I'm just gone for now I'll be back in a while (I'll be back in a while) Back in a while, yes (said I'll be back in a while) Back in a while, yes
[Chorus #1 - Obie Trice (Male Voice)] My niggaz Koon, and G never forget ya (I will never forget ya) John Doe, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Jo Jo, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) P-Funk, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya) Terry T., I will never forget ya (never forget ya) My man B, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Strafmoore, Obie will never forget ya (never forget ya) Lauda, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya)
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice] This is dedicated to my chick friends Never stuck in my dick in friends Just my down ass bitches, you know who you is Like you know how to get a sucker motherfucker's riches Ya'll ain't shit And when I touch back home, nigga find me a bitch With a fat ass, and no I ain't dyin a trick That's asinine, I'm on the grind And I'm tryin to get rich All this a mine so ya'll got some, get your wigs did My ridettes from east to west (yes) North to south, stab a bitch for runnin her mouth (ha) Five rugrats, big gun in the house You run up in you get stretched up out (without a doubt) without a doubt (it's vicious), it's vicious Oh oh, this go out to all my tataliciouses (woo yeah) Yeah (yeah), that's what I'm talkin about, uh hum
[Chorus #2 - Obie Trice (Male voice)] Big homie Creda baby, never forget ya (I will never forget ya) Little Meeko, never forget ya (never forget ya) My sister Zata, never forget ya (never forget ya) Nikki, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Nigga Cat, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya) Jim Brown, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Young Bratty, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya) Keena Johnson, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
[Verse 3 - Obie Trice] And now that the album is sold (uh huh),the story unfolds Cause I'm probably asleep on your living room flo' (sleep) Whether gold or plat, O. Trice always knows to go back (yeah) pass the Carnac (pass that shit), crash the Cadillac Nigga ain't shit changed (uh), just a lot a change (uh huh) a whole lot a brain (yep, brain), a whole lot a dates (dates) a whole lot a thang (and a whole lot a thangs) But hey I'm from the D, I got a whole lot a game (got a whole lot a game) And I promise, I'm as thorough as you made me Detroit living, I'm in thoroughly with Shady (ohh yeah) I make moves 'til them fools come engrave me They crazy, the pistol was cocked, he won't play me
YEAH!
[Chorus #3 - Obie Trice (Male voice)] Rest in peace my nigga Lou Green, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Little Randy, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Keith, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Shawn Stringer, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Little Randy, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya) My nigga Shan, never forget ya (never forget ya) All my niggaz that's gone, never forget ya (never forget ya) I love ya'll, it's on never forget ya (never forget ya)
[Obie Trice - talking (Male voice)] Yeah! .. yeah Shady baby! haha Detroit motherfuckers (313 baby) That's right, we in here Know what I mean (never forget ya) I've been seein the struggle my nigga [harmonizing] I'm rest to go, rest to go, haha [never forget ya - repeats] I'm rest to go The color ain't purple, the color is green And lets get this money Hop-o, haha, yeah Momma, right here
[Verse 1 - Obie Trice] Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game, with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his child-ren I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from fame Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the main road They don't understand what I came for How I came fo', with a million sold Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold Gettin money like Ross Perot I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go Oh that's the road you on, oh no I'm down for the rifle, tone the fo fo Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco Show me that your loco put holes in my photo NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo Just cause our thug roll solo And po' zone grown folk, be a cold negro Be-low, your grieved up people Be-lieve that the boy see no evil
[Chorus - Busta Rhymes] OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice] I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it Bright but violent, invite the violence Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant 'Til these niggaz nights is silent O. Trice from a trife environment He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of retirin Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire thin I'm in the position to hire other clients then Meanwhile I'm a virus like Iverson A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin And the soldier's retirin, I ain't buyin Motherfuckers actin like you denyin them Who tryin a nigga, who use buyers I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins No coke
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[Verse 3 - Obie Trice] A derelict who inherited hustle My heritage married the street struggle Like a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah) So this blood streams through my nuts Seems like I wasn't in touch When the teacher's ass spoke Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath Sit on the bleachers and flip coke The only reach you got through my dome Niggaz yaffle so the gat'll be chrome Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a track and the phones (woo) Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening's that's factual back in my home This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you clappin the zone Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga) This is your warnin, run up on the wrong And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap] O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for 'em C'mon
[Skit] [Woman #1:] I know that ain't my homie over there [Obie:] Keep sendin pages to the motherfucker [Woman w/ Obie:] Well [Woman #1:] Obie! [Woman w/ Obie:] Is somebody calling you? [Obie:] Nah, nah [Woman #1:] Obie! One ball [Obie:] All I'm sayin is I don't even know the situation . [Woman w/ Obie:] You know her? [Obie:] No, uh uh, I don't know that bitch [Woman #1:] Obie don't act like you can't see me [Woman w/ Obie:] Well she's calling your name [Woman #1:] Turn around and look at me [Obie:] Oh shit, Candice this is Sheneneh [Woman #1:] Who is this bitch? [smack, crashing noises] [Obie:] What the fuck! Security! Security! [Woman #1:] Let me go! [Security:] Come on ma'am [Woman #1:] Tanisha get my purse [Obie:] Get her outta here [Woman #1:] Get my purse! [Obie:] Get her the fuck outta here! [Security:] Yo, get to her man, need some help with this bitch [Obie:] Get that bitch outta here man [Woman #1:] Obie! Obie! You know I'm having your babies [Woman #1:] They twins, one look just like you, let me go! [Woman #1:] And one of them look like your brother, ok let me go!
[Verse 1] My hoodrat's fatal, they not stable I could be at a dinner table with 'Union Gabrielle', fine as hell, pierce in the naval Look at my rat like she act brand new "Hey boo, how are you?" Yeah, cool, now tally-o your ass back across the room You see me with Pocahontas I ain't tryin to be honorary but honestly I ain't tryin be bothered You got a brain, define honors in college You'd rather define how your knowledge in chronic I'm tryin step my game up a notch bitch Your aim the cock block on my plot bitch She hot and your not, so stop bitch Quit blowin up my motherfuckin spot, shit
[Chorus] How could you be here? Why don't you leave here I ain't tryin to see you everytime at my show I got a piece here, you ain't gotta speak there You know how we get down on the low Your playin me cheap here Tonight I don't drink beer I got a bottle, so it's time for you to go You's the freak here, you don't know me here She's a model, you my late night ho
[Verse 2] They chase me (Obie, Obie), when they see me in the club With a lot alike Stacey Dash, they gettin mad Then they wanna brag and say "already had 'em He ain't shit cause he rap for Mr. Mathers (girl) Plus 50 Cent's like ten times badder (girl) D-12 shouldn't of had him on they album" (girl) That's what I get just for stabbin them hoes They nag, when I pose with a chick with nice toes Ya'll knew O before for new hoes, but since it's a new ho Just act like you never knew O, boo We still crew, we just the same (uh huh) Just not tonight, you don't know my name (you don't know me)
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[Verse 3] Hey yo fellas, never get timid when the chicken is interferin When your chillin with a chick, who a ten (damn) Let her know the situation at hand (uh huh) And tell the bitch go play with her friends (BITCH) This is for the model that your chillin with, hoodrats is often awful My advice keep your mouth on muffle Feistiness give 'em the right to snuff you, and you too pretty to scuffle This is for the rats, go on with that (go on) Quit actin like you smokin that crack Cause he pokin that chick, you ain't ownin on shit Ain't no rings on that finger And every nigga in the hood ain't triple teamed her
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[Obie Trice - talking] That's right, ha, you see me at the club with a, with a look-alike Halle motherfucker Look alike, look a, look alike Alicia Keys Haha, you don't know me Don't say shit, you know who I'm talking to All my hoodrat bitches Neneh, Aqua and Trip Entanetta Haha, all ya'll I'm straight, Obie Trice
Verse 1 - Obie Trice] Baby im feeling the feelings you givin', Im feelin your style N' im willing to let my guard down to figure u out Im picturin your figure in a swimsuit whilin Somewhere in the carribean islands Cuz the vibe you giving me now Feels like im a innocent child A sinner whose never tempted when other womens around Hands down this is my vow I never heard a moan sound so profound wen a niggas diggin u out the phone ring u cuss them motherfuckers out quit calling the house if i call u and rout its a drout u look out im on ??? u put the palm of ur hand on my head and squeeze please believe i aint scared of commitment fuck head from them bitches wen u could do the same but that respect is givin our intimacy is significantly different
[Chorus - Eminem] you gon' ride for me then im gon ride for u if u put ur mouth on me imma put my mouth on u together there aint nothing we cant do any problem we can see it through baby if you promise to be true i will never put my hands on u come on and think about it
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice] We aint gotta talk wen we see eachother We got it all chummed out wen we see eachother under them covers You my lover, im your friend, im your man, but im sayin Who needs a label, we roll hand in hand visions of u havin my little man we joke, u call me george foreman cuz im namin him o numba fo', me im three cuss the ol' g like the personality she ses not to be im in the bathroom wen you pee she in the bathroom too wen a nigga doo-doo, u my boo-boo theres nothing in this world a nigga wouldnt do to satisfy dis my bitch that ride my bitch wit the pistol in the ride a nigga act up, she bustin, she aint got to decide, no discussion she put a slug in a tough niggas muffin, u fucken wit her husband
[Chorus - Eminem]
[Verse 3 - Obie Trice] Come and think about it You got a ring about it Nothing could ever come between or intervine our bondage Drama, we overcome it if we out numbered i promise itll be us against a hundred rushing to ur side wen u vomit eating pickles and peanutbutter 8 months later obie rubbin ur stomach payin homage to ur momma for raisin a girl proper enuf to call o her baby father u aint gotta bother bout a deal, i swear i keep it real Raise young o(?) and cook a decent meal its signed and sealed, u the only female hail, my one and only pal come to get me outta jail post bail and post up for sale our home(?) i swear we will always live well long as i got my bombshell from the hood to the hills who gon' stop up, nobody, we's that deal
[Chorus - Eminem]
[Verse 4 - Eminem] if u gon' stand by me then im gon' stand by u if u promise ull be true then ill never put my hands on u
dont u play me for no fool cuz if i put my mouth on u after u put ur mouth on someone else better find someone else new come on and think about it
Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece Fresh up out your momma's mouth So when she spit's you know how I "cum" You know what I mean, haha We release the Dogg Hour Where we give a shout out to my School Craft Playaz Detroit's in the house, live at Roll-in-Wills Obie Trice baby, check it out...
[Verse - Obie Trice] I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share at work I'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf Did it big with clever workers who hid the crack In the back bottled up in that Gerbert glass For what it's worth, I ain't told to have I'm just rambling, y'all dick handling Telling my past and you don't know me Niggaz the name's Obie, I'm bout to expose these motherfuckas
[Chorus - Kon Artist] When I was down you had a lot to say You should mind your business and walk away Talk about them trying to find a way To spread yo shit 'round town I ain't really got time for you With all that ignorant shit you do Niggaz need money and I do too That's why I ain't fucking with you
[Verse - Obie Trice] I wonder would he pass for passer If a massive ass kick's inflected It can happen that quick, when spitting shit Rapidly laying down your fag ass click From running your lips like a bitch All I know is something it gotta give Niggaz I gotta live, it's not a poragative Don't speak on The Kid Lid your speech or rid ya in the streets It's so optional, but I will be logical Cause when I lodge at you, it's not hospital Operating poppin' them hot slugs outta your abdominal Now your momma got a funeral attendin Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen-a
Chorus:] Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to You can run your mouth, I don't care But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day (Obie Trice...go!)
[Obie Trice] Niggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna look Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and Let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn niggaz' moms Shoot up clubs and destroy niggaz' vibes Everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggaz, we leave early, cock back surely Open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z Ho's in animal skirts get mirked Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard Trust in "God"? It's 'cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from, who you be with Keep this a secret, right by the nuts A 4-5 that'll light niggaz up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck
[Chorus:] Niggas Know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day
[Lloyd Banks] But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks Poverty will make your ass bet My words Touch niggaz in jail make them wanna finish their last set They say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun If that's the case, then get a bigger one You don't think I'm packed to pump cause I'm out of the hood That's a stereotype like everybody that's black can jump I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done Cop rings like Mike, Bird, Magic and them Out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come I'm the clouds, you don't see me in the train I travel first class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane You should be easy on my name, cause I ain't going back and forth Your boss and your captain's soft (Bitch)
[Chorus:] Niggas Know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day
[Eminem] Cause we gonna bring it to anybody who want it You want it? you gon' get it Name 'em we gon' hit em, chew em up and spit em out [HRRK-PTT] Too much venom, and if you roll with 'em We gonna fuck you up with 'em I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose My shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (BOOM) You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie, we all move like assassins Ski masks and glove: Consider this as a warning Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs But we are fizast, fuck your little bitch ass up We are not killers; my vato will have you shot though Drag through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osario Little sorry hoe ass, go ask B Real We burn source covers like fuckin Cypress Hill Did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still Shady Records, "you better believe the hype is real" This is no joke, I don't smoke But I toke enough second hand to make my fuckin "P.O." choke I'm an OG; you fuckin with a GI Joe Bia Bia, mia meo a Vida loc I'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me When I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people At San Ysidro Ranch, huddled up next to her With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs You ever had your cap peeled back, or your shit pushed in? I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and indo I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog Nobody told you that I'm loco, esse? I lack every sane chemical in my membrane I'm Slim Sha..."D" in the "Dy" is for "deez nuts" And you can get each one for free so feast up I pee in a cup for three months; I'm having an E party for Easter, please come
[50 Cent] We gonna bring it to anybody who want it You want it? you gon' get it You name 'em, we gon' hit em, chew 'em up and spit em out Too much venom and if you role with 'em We gonna fuck you up with 'em You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest I got a 12 gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest Fear me like you fear God cause I bring death Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle I'm the strongest around you know how I get down I watch gangster flicks and root for the bad guy And turn it off before the end cause the bad guy die If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to So what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new You can raise your voice like you fiendin' to touch something When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fiendin' to cut something See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie If the bitch think I love her, then the bitch don't know me Ha-ha, Sorry Kim, ha-ha) oh, sorry..oh)
[Chorus: x1] Niggas Know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day
Follow My Life 작곡:Christopher Howard Jasper,Christopher Wallace,Ernest Isley,Frederick Nassar,Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers,Marvin Isley,O'Kelly Isley Jr.,Obie Trice,Ronald Isley,Rudolph Isley
[Intro - Obie talking] Yeah! [echo], uh Let ya'll niggaz know me Yeah, WOO!
[Verse 1] Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered Big lips, popped out placenta Momma ain't breastfeed, had no pop neither Pop leaves shit but a name - Obie Elementary homie that's how it started In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart Fuck niggaz, claimin they hard, a nigga come home touched My motherfuckin momma bangin me harder "Nigga take your ass out their and fight for tomorrow" That's what she told me, "little punk, blame that on your father" So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick Split a motherfucker's shit for tryin to fuck with the kid Get a little older, hair on my dick, now I'm curious Niggaz on the corner gettin money rockin jewelry Allowance, nigga that ain't man shit Cowards, nigga that ain't man shit I had to prove to myself How these niggaz same age as me calculatin this wealth So I got me a clique and niggaz what? Workin one sixteenth, like "nigga we can clean up"
[Chorus - 2X] Follow my life, homie from start 'til now Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down And Lord knows all this shit that I done put her through I speak through her straight to you, motherfuckers
[Skit - Obie talking] Two for one, here, here take this, two for one Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you fuck with
[Verse 2] Summer '94, I'm gettin a little dough Taller than my momma, so I'm listenin to her nose I'm listenin to them hoes scream "O!" And I'm listenin to them O's go CHOP! P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the block, summertime I call her auntie, she cop three at a time Throw a extra bump bringin cline I'm so involved with the grind, I'm losin my mind Fuck a steady job, I'm tryin I steady mob, I'm dyin in this game, I ain't lyin Sellin so much coke forgettin it's a crime Flyin down I-75, pocket full of dimes Give a fuck about the radar on me [police sirens] Bumpin Big or Pac, yo nigga who tryin me?
[Skit - Notorious B.I.G.'s +Big Poppa+ plays in background] [Cop] - Get off the god damn truck! [Obie Trice] - Fuck you, yo I ain't did shit [Cop] - Put your fucking hands in the air! [Obie Trice] - Bitch!
[Chorus - 2X]
[Outro - Obie talking (echo)] Yeah, all my of life Only my momma know Obie .. Obie Trice .. Shady and it's crazy, motherfuckers
What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? Will you be as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? I said What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? And show us you're as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
[Verse 1 Dr. Dre] Niggaz is so gangsta, Niggaz is thugs Niggaz'll spend their whole life peddlin drugs Slanging dope in hopes of one day bein able To own their own label and give the game up Some niggaz came up, some just didn't That's just the way it is, if it ain't meant it, it just isn't Some niggaz'll get money and pay niggaz to back em So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough And that's as backwards, cuz them niggaz just gone keep coming back And that's when extortion happens You struggle to get free, I know how this shit be You deal with anything to live legitimately But you gone find if you do get in this industry It's best to be business with me than against me Niggaz get behind mics and ain't even MC's Niggaz get on MTV just to diss me This shit don't even piss me off I'm laughin all the way to the bank Watchin the satellite from a Bentley You niggaz don't even got a car You're so far under my radar I don't even know who the fuck you are To tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissin I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin The media just feeds into these feuds Tryin to add fuel to the fire. This little nigga, Ja Rule Talking bout h
He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G" Said she want to roll and get to know Obie Claming that she love everything that he do, heeeey He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G" Said she want to roll, and get to know Obie Claming that she love, everything that he do, hey, hey
[Verse 1 - Obie Trice] Yes it's O. Trice, I done jumped outta heights Writing to the microphone life, yeah this is right This is less stringuest niggaz, this is tight This is more dividends niggaz, get it right Stomping like Timberlands niggaz, a pair of Nikes But this is more Timbaland nigga and Obie Trice The combination is invading stations, air waves And rest haven on your listeners membranes (woo!) I done payed some change, I got Timbo This is not a brainy thang, yo this is simple Get your ass up and dance, to the tempo Exchange your stiff frame, with that of a more limbo Grab shorty sippin' on that Shirley Temple With that ass hanging out, and pinch her on that pimple On her ass hanging out, nigga advance This a world of a night, better start with the pants
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice] Yeah, let's keep this shit in motion (motion) Cause we gon hang out 'til we hung over then I.V. Profin Adios when (os when) I fucked them thighs, who influenced with the game that was spoken I'ma make sure she open (open) Mnage-a-trois in these's days and times got my shit growing And she's hoein' (hoein') And I'm ignoring' the lies she throwing', how she won't perform? I feed her a blunt throw on the "Quiet Storm" She repeatedly cum, insistently all morn' And she needed cause fu
Call me baby, baby {She say} Call me baby, baby {She say} Call me baby, baby {She say} Call me baby, baby {She say}
[Chorus] I just want you in my arms Obie Hold you till the morning Obie Know you got it going on Obie I don't hear what the rumbleclots say {She say} I just want you in my arms Obie Hold you till the morning Obie Know you got it going on Obie Sex and on that good love to me
She say she like em dark skinn-ded Not timid, wanna rumble in my loft is it Talk different, her walk's exscusite Switch is ridiculous, locks is twisted Like a block she said visit us Jamrock why don't you picture us, with Kids or whip, a ton of cannabis So I can can it on a canoe Sippin coconuts like its a can of some brew I'm what she plan to hold on to {she say}
[Chorus]
Haters wanna hate, hey no way, hey She'll slit ya throat, mess around with O She move a pound of coke, like brown with hopes Of being close to folk, if you clown ya poked No joke, murder she wrote, provoke me no a rotty Be a dead body, it be that dread hotty Me no know no one that more potty Down on her knees, up in the party to please my body {she say}
I just want you in my arms Obie Hold you till the morning Obie Know you got it going on Obie I don't hear what them rumble clots say (She say) I just want you in my arms Till the break of dawn we can get it on Obie Ain't no need to prolong Obie Realest nigga on this song is Obie
Way she move, got me in her hypnotic ways Her voice maneuvers, got me thinking bout her day to day See I'm faced with beauty, there's nothing more for me to say Put on the dance floor and play with Obie And it's no cliche, O's great like the lake So she pon'd the river her way of doing the snake Jamaican God, make a true playa break Say it ain't so, ya truth is fate Incense lit when she's interested in insertion Any minute ya squirting, she gifted in Giving you the business, hurting em Plus she know that art of perversion {she say}
[Chorus] O, O, O, O, O I think this Obie Trice Obie Trice Obie Trice Obie Trice Obie Trice Obie Trice Obie Trice O, O, O, O
I'd like to reintroduce myself, ha ha If you don't know by now. It's Obie Trice man
I came from nothing solo, straight outta the dumpster hobo Made up my monster, I was cultivatingly slanging that cocoa Hated the po po, locally known as abominable snow-o Later the pig fo' rated the home where I made the dough grow So on and so fo', the story of us urban negros Created as equals we wouldn't have to be so eager to mistreat you We as a people heated in evenings doing these evils Gotta eat you, be cool, got a kid to feed that'll reach you Or did it see through? Or do I just speak through the EQ just to say I got a hot sequel When niggaz on the block gotta eat, gotta cop, gotta cot when they caught by the cops Young Tupac's, laid in the box or they age in a cell blocks, fade away Brick walls, steel gates, can't wait for the day to be free, that's why I'm
[Chorus]
Seen it, I done ate it, I done shit it Slept it, lived it, now I spit it Shady
Working that house off an no-doze, got an ounce to roll on Trying to get rid of the pounds, I gotta whip the bounce, I gotta put that chrome on Same old song, young nigga that's trying to get some where I come from Funds, need 'em in abundance, whole bunch, only way a city boy function In conjunction with selling this substance Chips stay up, fuck it, glucks keep coming, take another pie out the oven I'ma be hugging these corners till these corners corner me But currently, I'm calculating this currency, urgency Gotta earn a G, uphearnestly, up early when the birds'll sing It's an emergency, never did occur to me, that the first and the third'll be Such a thirst for me, life almost took a turn for the worst for me took to see I finally had a purpose on Earth's surface the seed that was birthing me [Obie] Gotta do a little soul searching and [Obie] myself personally And to think all Em had to hear is one verse from me To confirm and unblur my dreams Best believe since burst on the scene, I'm a be here certainly With no uncertainties, yes indeed, I'm a get this cheese and that's why he's
[Chorus]
That's why I'm That's what made me Ha ha That's why I'm Young black man in America Get up and get yours nigga I know you struggling man, I been there I see you Get up and get yours nigga Ain't no looking back now
Cry Now 작곡:B. Johnson,C. Louis,D Robey,D. Campbell,D. Moore,J. Scott,Obie Trice
"Crrrry" Giant face nigga (giant face nigga) Get it together (get it togheter) I ain't goin nowhere (nowhere) O. Trice (O. Trice)
[Verse 1] Niggaz wanna kill me, till a nigga stoned Wanna peel my cap back, see a nigga gon' All because I rap actual facts on a song It's no fabrication, what's wrong (what's wrong) Slum cracked to the day come (day come) But they don't wanna gimme that, say he fakin (fakin) Schoolcraft is the makin (makin) But God forsake 'em, they hate I'm great Conservin them weight, to the Top 8 at 8 You whether see him wait, momma hypervenalate Tuckin her son underneath the state (Michigan) Hip-Hop's my fate, since cassette tapes I've been braced what you know of, as this niggaz culture Put it in a chokehold, spoke as a soldier (soldier) Yea he provoke him, to pull up out his holster Leave you wit a visible ulcer, oggle and off ya Niggaz ought to when he lyrically off us All cause he salty, I'm rollin like a boss I don't follow nigga's course, I'm akward My choice, Rock City is my voice The White Boy stepped down, so I will accept the crown Exceptional however, never let ya down Found my new niche, no more bricks So I'm pitchin 16's, verbally bitch
[Chorus] "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now
[Verse 2] Cry all you wanna, numero uno stunna Then snuck up on ya, Lord what has become of us The Boy hold the "D" down, like none other Up comin since slums, can't knock them mothafuckas So we, take shots at 'em, try to snuff 'em Whether see 'em suffer, then become one up on us Round the globe, promotin us hustlas The white boy's cool, but refuse they brothers So we, cock the tools, and shoot our own color This ain't Detroit Red, you won't +X+ me out +Malcolm+ I exit this, whenever be from a violent outcome I turn Exorcist on niggaz wit extra clips Exit on my ethics, is no longer present X-rays show, I was this close to Heaven So for future reference, I stay this close to a weapon {*click-clack*} Who you testin, never said I was the best, never stressin Don't make me get in my zone, I will own that whole note (fa sho') Metaphorically, for where I roam on chrome yo (fa sho') Detroit for niggaz that's slow, it's the O I was birth wit Jehovah's hand on my soul
[Chorus] "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now
[Verse 3] Can't explain the gift; but my aim is to take What the streets gave my brain and spit And I ain't evaporate, I will remain the shit So ya lames that got a problem wit the game - tough tit He still in the same Range, windows fixed And I'm killin 'em come a-gain, that's as real as it gets Off ya, tryna make me depart ya, from my thought-a Coffin's for you, and the nigga that brought ya The hatin start in ya, release from our father The people at the alter, saying ya better off You don't wanna see a demon, come out of a humen being Recent being the sience, and to him it's too extreme Catch me in the BM, like Tupac and them Or in that Tahoe like Christopher - NO Poppa gon' keep poppin Cris on you hoes And piss on those, who exist as my foes O rolls through shit, spittin cold flows Knows his business, I'll be missed if I go Who you know holdin the city on his shoulders Flow is ferocious, it's O shit, true vocalist - BITCH!
[Chorus] "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now
Obie Trice (Eminem) {Akon} [Intro]: {Convict} (Yeah, SHADY) {Convict Music} (Guess who's back) Still here, haters {Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah} Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna do? {Take 'em on back to the streets}
Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah
Obie Trice [Verse 1]: It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say he lay it down for the boy Brought game squad around ours How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws Only foniness never came to par He had us, a true neighborhood actor Had his back with K's Now we see through him like X-Ray's Cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war Knowing not to cross those resevoir dogs You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable When we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho No ex and oh's, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca
Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah
Obie Trice [Verse 2]: We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's Recondences when we peep enemies on us Been on these corners, sellin like anything on us Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China We gon' keep the grind up til death come find us Meanwhile leanin in them European whips reclined up It's an eye for an eye for the riders We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors Po Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's ours We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder Who woulda known he would fold and cower Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds So no exs and ohs, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca
Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah
Obie Trice [Verse 3]: Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full So he move to a rural area to keep cool He snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually No penitentary, there will be no climacy You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century These cats is rats now, the streets need decon That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em Stop snitchin, you asked for the life your living This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden So it's no exs and ohs, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca
Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah
[Verse 1: Obie Trice] You could get popped; it's a possibility up in my vicinity Poppin off with that hostile energy In a hospital with a doctor getting in When adrenaline is mixed with an obnoxious temperament Honestly I got a monster pistol gripped And I commence to spit, none of y'all exempt from it Spit, spit, passes from it You get stiff from it, church man see your box plummet And I will never let 'em give it to me I gotta live to be one hundred and three Gotta reach my epitome, wanna seize my enemy And receive my penalty nigga
[Chorus 2X] LAY DOWN! (Lay down..) I'm a man, man I ain't runnin, I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to BE!
[Verse 2: Obie Trice] I ain't tryna cocky wit it, but I'm a nigga from the block that did it Got a nine that's livid, I ain't tryna see the box in prison Getting knocked outta my position Now I got a pot to piss in, pissed off motherfuckers' mouth off ??bitchin Probably cause he lack ambition, so his wack decisions Get mad at the nigga that's getting 'em That's when he see the next nigga that's hittin him With a vigorous pistol over this ridiculous issue Dismiss you, in attempt to Take me out my motherfuckin tempo nigga
[Chorus 2X] LAY DOWN! (Lay down..) I'm a man, man I ain't runnin, I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to BE!
[Verse 3: Obie Trice] Niggaz get nauseated, a artist made it Had it hard against odds and emancipated To the floor I spit cause, god damn they hate it To see the lady they dated caterin to the latest Shadiest artist, up in my radius Get faded with a plated revolver Rated me R, haters get faded with horror Erased, no fate for tomorrow All cause he think he hard tough Got a car cause, he was runnin at the mouth, hush I will never let 'em give it to me I gotta live to be one hundred and three Gotta reach my epitome, or decease my enemy And receive my penalty, that'll be the end of he Tryna seize my entities, finna be the end of his identity When I tell him to
'Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks!'Eminem의 히트싱글 <Without Me>를 들어본 사람이라면 도입부에 잠깐 나왔다 사라지는 한 사내의 목소리를 기억할 것이다. 그 목소리의 주인공은 바로 Obie Trice. 물론 그의 강렬한 외침대로 예명(gimmick)이 아닌 본명(real name)이다. 이 곡을 들어보았다면 Obie Trice라는 이름을 적어도 한번은 접해본 셈이 되니, Eminem의 막강한 영향력을 이용한 실로 영리한 마케팅전략이 아닐 수 없다. 사실 Obie는 데뷔앨범을 내기 전에 이미 D-12나 Eminem의 앨범, 그리고 [8 Mile OST] 등 몇몇 피춰링 작업을 통해 비교적 친숙한 인물이었다. 그 특유의 강한 액센트와 단번에 귀에 달라붙는 쫄...
