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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
[gun cocked back]
[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 |
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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
<i><b>Eminem</b></i>
If there's any bitches in this room, then there's something I gotta say For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way I've been down that road and now I'm back, sittin' on square one Tryna pick myself up where I started from <i><b>Obie Trice</b></i> I never woulda thought that I'd see you outta control Even though my penis was deep down in your hole You should know between us we was like mates to soul Nothing could intervene us, especially no hoes You was more or so the chalant type, I chose To more shows, haunted you nights I suppose That's how it go, with time spent, emotion grows In the beginning, friends we decided to roll So who's responsible when you get excited, explode And Obie's grinning, then you invite that Obie's cold But bitches the gon' talk, niggas they gon' hate We established this way before we became mates So whats required is that you chill with all that fire Get your desire when I retire Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine I never thought I'd find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right cuz you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine <i><b>Eminem</b></i> I used to say I never met a girl like you before Still ain't got a fuckin' clue as to who you truly are Almost went as far as introducing you to my daughters Till you went as far as goin' and snoopin' through my drawers Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for Can't believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls If you recall I used to treat you like a groupie broad When we fucked I refused to even take my jewelry off But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It was a shock, it struck me as odd but it turned me on You started getting moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me And who woulda even knew that who woulda even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them God damn darts at me It's true that I got shot in the heart But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are But see, when you're in it it's too hard to see Till you pull up and see some other dude's car parked and reach Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat Before you make a decision that's life altering And just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine I never thought I'd find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right cuz you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine <i><b>Stat Quo</b></i> In most cases, Stat's attitude is fuck-a-bitch My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch But you was different, thought we shared a covenant Even held your hand in public, we sufferin' because of this Shorty on some whole 'notha other shit Tryna play sick thinkin' i'mma trick off rick I'll admit, I was caught in the mix, down to commit Feed you the best of me, I shoulda fed you piss We started off closer than close But who coulda predicted to know, your triflin' ways woulda stopped our growth And the final result, back in that same boat I ask myself, do I love these hoes? NO! <i><b>50 Cent</b></i> Em introduced us, "50 this is Tanya, Tanya this is 50" Then slid off and left her to kick it with me I complimented her, I said you have very nice lips With my imagination, I could see her suckin' my dick We played the phone game, a week later, shit changed fast Had her comin' over in a cab to give me some ass Downtown Manhattan on the balcony, stare at the skyline Penthouse full of imported shit, you know how I grind She got to talkin', talkin' like an opportunist too Why talk when suckin' my dick is the real career move? Said she's an inspiring actress, she do videos for practice Yeah, yeah, now how many times have I heard that shit? Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine I never thought I'd find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right cuz you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine |
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from Club Bangers (2006)
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 |
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from Entourage (앙투라지) by Entourage [ost] (2007)
Since they wanna know
Since they wanna know (I said) Since they wanna know Here's the formula on O, now lets go (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit ?em, let's go Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 5'8' stature Back with a second album, supplying ya Fear Factor But Joe ain't the host my nigga, you have the access to the most Noted flow on Shady's faction And I ain't being cocky, if so accept my apology Except, know I process my thoughts logically First weeks sales tops the toll from tsunami But haters like the L, it's the white boy behind me But you couldn't inhale a flow that's more grimy It would still prevail if another label sign me Obie so timely, must Obie remind 'em The first nigga to shine solo from the place ya find 'em Native Detroiter, ghetto reporter, hit you wit some Heavy metal for supporting what ya caught us A little something different from the homie from Michigan Basically, Obie's ripping on any instrument he's given, come on (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (End what's right and [Incomprehensible]) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know Four niggas in a whip All foes say they ain't fucking with Trice shit Somebody's lying, I'm undenying, denying me means that The driver got influence over you on certain things Be distinguished just 'cause you ain't feeling his favorite emcee Don't mean you speak no English Hop out the car, catch the bus At least you be established as the man that you are I hate to take it so far and so tedious But niggas bleed like bitches, I'm truly believing this Once a month, they wake up With a Obie tampon inserted in they nuts Give em the flux 'cause my bucks is up And no this ain't eBay, so please be easy Gotta be delusional to think Obie is losing yo Let ?em get a whiff of some shit, they quick to abuse it though (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (End what's right and [Incomprehensible]) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know Peep what O's selling when I hit ?em with Van Halen But it's just a man from the ghetto rebelling Rebel without a 'cause, 'cause I'm in them Superman drawers Running around the shack momma had us living Now ya mans living a inch from truly killing 'em A dude or ambition, a gift, given from the man who invented 'em When the system scrooged just like Lil' Tim and Em' Will bless the child who maneuvers the censors, then Spitting venom, have them same dudes interested in him My visions unlimited, music's my outlet, I rock a outfit For all the foul shit I witnessed, make it my business To get a listener of one clear description If you hearing them, you would catch what I'm pitching Guarantee to serve your addiction, come on (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (End what's right and [Incomprehensible]) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know |
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from Obie Trice - Got Some Teeth (2003)
(talking)
WOO!Damn .. There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy I'm about to get drunkLet's hold down, sleep Where the bar at? (*crashing noise*) [Verse 1]Okay, okie dokey Obie's hereNo more focus here, bro's got a careerAnd I like your brassiere and there's a party in hereAnd I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's earShe erotic and it's hot, saw a Heineken beerPut her to the side and invite her to "Cheers"Pull up a chair, swear no dramaPrepare for a player, who workin with a MONSTER (*yelling*) I ain't got time to waste, let's vacate the placeShut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy stateConcentrate, you will find that your bound to getBut we found what's fateWe can watch two incredible mates masterbateWhy settle and waitLet's escalate to the nearest Super 8and see your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeksC'mon [Chorus] - 2XSo this is my favorite songNow sing along when the DJ throws it onAnd if I leave here tonight and I fall asleepAnd wake up, (*sound of water dropping*), hopefully she got some teeth[Verse 2]Okay holy moly derriereLook around the club booty everywhereShe caught me starinAnd my homies darin me to approach KarenShe's model material, but she got a venerealTons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cerealShe holla cause I got a lot of denerioThe DJ's playin Obie's song on the ster-eoAnd she's impaired and she wants to be headin homeWith the real thing not the dildo cloneAnd I know I don't wanna be headin homeWith some double D's full of siliconTen hoodrat chicks surround me outsideFound me outside, clown me outside'Til I flippled out and they found me outsideCussin at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!" [Chorus] [Verse 3]Okay rolie polies everywhere (*horse naying noise*) Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphereObesity's glarin and she got me fearinShe's gonna come over here and try to eat me literal (*crunching noise*)-ly, like a box of CherriosCarry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rollsI'm outta order cause I gotta big girl disorderSo better cover up that blubber or I'll split (*feet running away noise*)And I ain't got time to playLet's investigate another place todayLadies less in weight and the dress they shapeDresses pettite, no window drapes [Obie Trice - talking]Word to mother, they god damn Opera and beansGot ya Opera and jeansSeems to me a little lean cuisineWouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch [Chorus] [talking]Haha, haha, haYou gotta have teach babyIt just wouldn't look rightLook, me big lips ..You no teeth, it wouldn't workYou know what I'm sayinHaha ha, yeahI'm feelin goodShady Record manObie TriceC'mon |
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from Obie Trice - Got Some Teeth (2003)
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 |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
[Woman:]
It's another fuckin' party same shit. Turn this goddamn TV off! [Obie Trice:] Why? [Woman:] Everyday I come home your either sittin' on your ass watchin' my TV! I'm runnin' the goddamn streets somewhere! What are you gonna do with your life Obie?! [Obie Trice:] I'm gon' rap! [Woman:] Rap?! Rap?! What the fuck is this about rappin' this plastic bag Obie?! This is what the fuck you want to do?! Get yo' shit & get the fuck out of my house!! Get the fuck out of my house!!! [Obie Trice:] Fine!! I'm gone!! I'll be back though!!! You will see!!! |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
They say he was a monster from birth, so
Fuck it, I'll just a lean warn-os them hoes I suppose O took on the street life Even though my mother told me I could be otherwise Wasn't the school type, I was too cool My agenda wasn't general education, nigga Generalizing Obie's expectations It was like, a cucoo in twenty-twos Bad news my nigga, pass the brew Cause in a week we be pouring a glass for you So rapidly homies become causualties We was just playing Madden Now a nigga sad for his family, that's how it happens Dudes get blasted, another casket Another child becomes a fatherless bastard Make a nigga wanna grab this rachet It's so tragic, and Obie can't get past it And you wonder why a nigga'll flash it Just to, show these demons that I ain't having it Put 'em beneathe the grass in a flash Homie I'm from the craft And to make it where I'm at, that's called Soldierism Real niggaz notice em, they wanna flow with 'em Wanna do major shows with 'em Get the fuck out the ghetto wit 'em Heavy metal, leave a nigga twisted, don't fret This is the set we live in But I ain't crying or whining about my enviornment Even though black folk is dying constant Niggaz'll shoot you unconscious Wit no conscience, until you lose conscience Conscious, and pompous white folk think I'm just rhyming Just designing lines, just for the sake of shining Like I just speak violent applying to the business I'm in Rewind and find him in a dirty ass hood with no sight of climbing Moving on up was just The Jeffersons Rest of us watching the tube got less then them So why you vexing him? Why you stretching him out? He got the weapon all because his whereabouts Born and raised, mental slaves And I don't see change before I'm seeing the grave All I see is my homies corpse decay Crying at his wake, can't recognize his face Face it, you not identifying with me My identity distorts ya visibility So you can't see me, peep what he's achieving You recieve information from TV I'm in the hood, I live it you read about it Rest in peace Peezy Please believe Obie eyes've seen The Wire Prior to what you seeing on the screen I done been in and out of the bing Lost niggaz to unfortunate things That's why, praise the Lord I'm still on the scene Praise the Creator who made human beings Just for creating a nigga like me A nigga that put the umph in G, yeah <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> Wake up I try to reach out but you won't Wake up My brothers and sisters, we got to Wake up 'Fore you stuck in the system, and then ya Wake up Reality hits ya, before you can Wake up |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
<i>[Thug]</i> There he go right there, got this nigga. What's up Obie?
<i>[gun fire]</i> <i>[Obie]</i> Oh shit <i>[gun fire]</i> <i>[Thug]</i> Uh, uh, uh nigga. Yeah nigga, shit <i>[car pulls away]</i> Obie Trice <i>[Chorus]</i> You can catch me in the hood, up to no good With that Mac like right beside me I ain't by no niggaz eyeing my figures Deprive me of my life, try me I'ma rip up tissue, homie I won't miss you This'll be the day that ya dying Nigga I'm violent Ya hearing the sirens, once that ass silence For fucking with me, nigga I'm violent Cause I'm so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie Cause nigga I'm violent <i>[1st verse]</i> Hat match the jacket, jack match the glove Glove match the Mac that send niggaz above All black when his faggot ass acts up When the boys interrupted haters can't wait to duck Cause when I buck I leave a peep hole in his face They peep O in the place then they get a bad taste In they mouth, running his lip, I pull that ouch off my hip Commence to spit, I'm too grown for this But they tend to take you back to when you're known for riff raff That'll be his ass, fucking with this cat <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[2nd verse]</i> They say O calm ya nerve, but some niggaz need to be served Cause it's purpose is unheard of Blacks done seen too much murder to flirt with death Guess he feels it ain't nuthin left That's when the weapon is taking it's last breath If he think for a second he taking me outta my flesh Violent when it comes to putting Obie to rest Natural cause is the only way they say he left Not from no hater, I got too many guns So, when it come to that shit, I'm off one nigga <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[3rd verse]</i> Incompacitating O, no, I'm so Observational I recognize you ho's Nocturnal mufuckas knocking ya mans Cause I'm sitting on paper bigger then Shaq hands Plus every chance I get Obie advance From spitting to getting riches, I'm so enhanced On bitch ass niggaz trying to slow my plans Realest shit a nigga ever spoke to fans Listen, I'm taking kites in the pen A nigga ever offend again, and that's on my kid <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
Since they wanna know
Since they wanna know (I said) Since they wanna know Here's the formula on O, now lets go (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit ?em, let's go Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 5'8' stature Back with a second album, supplying ya Fear Factor But Joe ain't the host my nigga, you have the access to the most Noted flow on Shady's faction And I ain't being cocky, if so accept my apology Except, know I process my thoughts logically First weeks sales tops the toll from tsunami But haters like the L, it's the white boy behind me But you couldn't inhale a flow that's more grimy It would still prevail if another label sign me Obie so timely, must Obie remind 'em The first nigga to shine solo from the place ya find 'em Native Detroiter, ghetto reporter, hit you wit some Heavy metal for supporting what ya caught us A little something different from the homie from Michigan Basically, Obie's ripping on any instrument he's given, come on (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (End what's right and [Incomprehensible]) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know Four niggas in a whip All foes say they ain't fucking with Trice shit Somebody's lying, I'm undenying, denying me means that The driver got influence over you on certain things Be distinguished just 'cause you ain't feeling his favorite emcee Don't mean you speak no English Hop out the car, catch the bus At least you be established as the man that you are I hate to take it so far and so tedious But niggas bleed like bitches, I'm truly believing this Once a month, they wake up With a Obie tampon inserted in they nuts Give em the flux 'cause my bucks is up And no this ain't eBay, so please be easy Gotta be delusional to think Obie is losing yo Let ?em get a whiff of some shit, they quick to abuse it though (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (End what's right and [Incomprehensible]) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know Peep what O's selling when I hit ?em with Van Halen But it's just a man from the ghetto rebelling Rebel without a 'cause, 'cause I'm in them Superman drawers Running around the shack momma had us living Now ya mans living a inch from truly killing 'em A dude or ambition, a gift, given from the man who invented 'em When the system scrooged just like Lil' Tim and Em' Will bless the child who maneuvers the censors, then Spitting venom, have them same dudes interested in him My visions unlimited, music's my outlet, I rock a outfit For all the foul shit I witnessed, make it my business To get a listener of one clear description If you hearing them, you would catch what I'm pitching Guarantee to serve your addiction, come on (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know (End what's right and [Incomprehensible]) Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Since they wanna know |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
[Obie Trice]
Here we go [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 [Chorus 2X] |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
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 |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
"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 [Outro] "Crrrrrry now" {*to fade*} |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
[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 |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
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] [Repeat: x12] Call me baby, baby |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
<i>[Scarface sample]</i>
I told you, don't fuck with me Stupid fuck, look at you now Yeah, ha ha, have you noticed like When niggas go to the club, it's always It's one knucklehead nigga always mean mugging and shit Heh, he wanna, he wanna have contact with me Have contact with men, all these bitches in here Faggot ass, these for them hard head niggas man <i>[1st verse]</i> Now I don't wanna come across as a boss some type of mafia But these are my thoughts, they awful, I won't argue with ya But see, I got a cause a clause, that I live by Keep the heater close because I don't want to die You see I'm from Detroit where they dump 'em off in coffins And often there's assorted men where bullets holes departed him And I don't want no parts of them, crazy complications So I keep the heater cocked up in case of confrontation And I would just be fakin if I said I wouldn't erase him If he blatantly, tried to take away God's creation <i>[Chorus]</i> I'll kill me a muthafucka Running up on me, may he, rest in peace once released I'll kill me a muthafucka Yeah, look at ya now, for running ya mouth, ya stretched on the ground I'll kill me a muthafucka Ain't no way you can stop it, on that hot shit, we can get it popping I'll kill me a muthafucka {I told you, don't fuck with me, stupid fuck, running ya mouth} <i>[2nd verse]</i> Now I'm riding through the city in a Range with no tints Just to show these muthafuckas yes I am a resident I ain't stack up my pennies just to move out the city So if you got a problem with me you should know where to get me Niggas kills me, portraying that thug My nigga, you's a crack baby, go smoke on some drugs Before that hot piece of slug make you where you ain't budging Don't even nudge him, it's over for cousin, he caught a dozen Just for fucking with the wrong animal Animated no more, off to hell, yes I <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[3rd verse]</i> When I'm down in ATL Stat Quo keep my fo'fo' So shawty know Obie for real When I'm chilling in L.A. Dre keep my AK, so I'm like an esse When banging that steel When I'm out in NYC 50 hold artillery for me Watch me shut down son and dunny Listen, O-bizzle, hold the Tek-nizzle Holding ya neck if you, disrespect Bizzle Sizzle up tissue, missles will not miss you Maybe ya momma, when that pistol uplifts you <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Roll out, straight to the ATL Coming from the DET gotta bail Gotta get mail in adbundance Stat watch that yay on the oven Nigga this hustlin' Had enough gettin' nothing Cooped in the ?? Gotta get accustomed So I push that dust, that's me crushin' Push that new stank ugly, Snowflakes in the hood like flurries, Nigga so urgently, gotta earn that cheese, affirmatively, The firm with me gotta, turn the keys of a 64 fever, So eager, go re-up, get cheese on the old school beeper, No two-ways, no feds, only way a nigga get head get bread, Stay low-pro, no po-po, no hoes in the spot where the dope grow <i>[Bridge]</i> We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes, Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin' outta state! Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up! <i>[Verse 2]</i> Dippin' now, in the CAL, get Dre on the phone, Gotta put that fluff on hold, homegrown, holmes know, Bubonic chronic gots to move on it soon as possible Honest, U-Hauls, movin' by two anonymous drivers Reclinin', just a couple of folks reload from the West to the East coast, Gotta get that dough, flip them bows, get back to the 'Mo like pronto With guacemole, niggaz can't grow these, got it where they make nacho, Not so? Taste that, wipe the Ajax off that plastic wrap, Look at him now, his eyes saggin' like my Dickie khaks, In fact nigga cheef on that, please believe I gotta get them stacks <i>[Bridge]</i> We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes, Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin' outta state! Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up! <i>[Verse 3]</i> Haters, faders know, Detroit flavor gators bankroll, You can never trust them stank hoes, Minnesota got that stroleon(?), troleum On that rack, gotta flip them O's like that, get that dough right back Gotta make sure niggaz intact Strapped, niggaz get mad, Gotta have witchu, Gat Gotta put them boys in bags, make noise, Niggaz know you ain't havin' that Gotta have that, gettin' ass since, Where the math at? Nigga pass that No average, pure, what do you think a nigga down here for? Get more, gotta push them Bentley Azures, Niggaz on empty, gotta get it up plenty, niggaz know wit' me <i>[Bridge]</i> We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes, Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin' outta state! Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up! |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
<i>[Nate Dogg]</i>
All of my Life (got this lady on my mind) All of my days (wanna hit it all the time) ?? (I was down and locked away) ?? (wanna hit it every day) <i>[Obie Trice (Verse 1)]</i> You know a nigga wanna touch your body We can keep in touch having after parties You know you wanna fuck cause you're acting naughty You see us in the mattress probably Wanna be involved cause the entourage I'm indulged in You say you love my dirty drawers your all in Wanna sleep with the star, be baby moms, eat lobster See where you're coming from Cause hey that nigga got dick for days There aint too many niggas blessing O's ways I guess I just get better with old age cause in my ?? made me say ??MAYDAY??br>Anyway, today I'm a different human being I crush em make em scream Its nothing aint a thang Fronting like the dick aint off the chain Slicing nigga's ?? <i>[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]</i> At the after party we can get naughty watching your body get this shit started Coke and Bacardi pimp juice and gin and I'm off and ready to roll At the after party it's a private party what happens at the party stays at the party Girl roll that body, back up that body into my body (girl lets go) <i>[Obie Trice (Verse 2)]</i> You know I'm somewhere where I can ease my mind be On some island Don Ps beside me No paparazzi eying that hiney But I am right behind she Wanna bump n grind, crying, say im all up in that side Bringing down the menstruation cycle Girl I lay pipe to the right, pipe to the left, pipe all night, a pipe dream right O Trice advise your type If it aint him it's a nigga in my click you like If the miss's insist on the dick tonight We throw assists like Scott, Pip and Mike You blow a kiss on my tip you just might Get a whiff of the kid up in your windpipe Now see that insight, it excites, cause she's undressing for that sex, right <i>[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]</i> <i>[Obie Trice (Verse 3)]</i> Take time off my hectic schedule Just to give you the pleasure you request for When I hit your spine that's how you measure O Tell your girlfriends you aint had it like this before Now your girlfriends all up in the midst of O Wanna be mistress, all cause a few extra inches Blew back your interest, you lack experience, new jack my crew ran through that for instance We can fuck from dust to dawn No discussion who's nuts your own Shes in such of a rush to cum Wanna choke on the dong, like it's a bong And what is it doing, your making a moan You make her wanna leave that muthafucka she got back home All Os knowing is he keeps hoes going, enjoying O Trice's groin <i>[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]</i> |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
Whoooo
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto [Chorus:Repeat x2] I'm from the motherfucking slums where the cops don't come Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run You ain't shit without no gun In the ghetto (ghetto) Ghetto (ghetto) I'm from where diapers full of feces We's endangered species Bodies lay in traffic, that's right, where the streets be You ain't seen nothing this obscene from no TV You would have to be me to feel what Obie's speaking Bodies leak like steel pipes, it's real creepy Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha, Jason Vorhee's You're boring me with your story, I'm a Detroitee Craft took my mind so the craft exploits me [Chorus] I got no pot to piss in, en route to prison You don't want it with us nigga, we strapped with nitroglycerin Our ambitions is some riders, thriving off poor decisions A blessing nigga still living, still pimping, still visions of Sitting in that foreign whip, whipping up cola take a lick To my tongue, numb from the shit My nuts hung since I was a young one And that's just the slum fuck of it I'm pumped daddy gone but, gun in my palm My momma can't save me her gender is wrong On my own in this jungle that niggaz call home What? His momma died from a lump in her D cup Police freeze 'em up for serving these glucks It's like a habitual situation, we stuck The ritual is for niggaz to grab they nuts And just soak all this bullshit up, where I'm from? [Chorus] I'm from real bridge cause, for niggaz living hard Welfare scarers just most chicks'll buy them broad Pimping the government cause government pimping us Rather see 'em suffering then niggaz live it up Cause you ain't heard? Bird got birds But the nigga got murd' cause niggaz felt he ain't deserve What he was worth, he ain't a real nigga from the turf He was birth with money, that's why they left him bloody I'm from the streets where most these niggaz nutty I adapt to em, I'm exactly in tuned with 'em Strapped with the Mac that extract flesh from humans Home sweet home, better known as The Ruins [Chorus] Whoaa! |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
Yeah!
Aye Em you ready? Herk, you got them thangs nigga? You know Detroit City [Chorus] There they go Those D-Town boys, carry the calico Whenever there's war, you gots to know Them boys got toys, tear down the front do' Detroit make noise everywhere that we go There they go, there they go You are not convincin' When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchman Niggas get popped for instance Infrared dot for distance Get knocked by the cops, cop on some pension Straight detention, a nigga doin' tension Once released, he on that music business Been viewin' 106 in them cafeterias Only to find that raps actually serious Deliriously so its back to crack and vigilance Same shit to send them up in Michigan Us is pimpin', a difference from any city I've visited Its that Detroit spirit and if we in it Ballin' out to the end, period Use O' as the reference to that sentence The message I'm sendin', you best just pay attention [Chorus] If you don't like how I act then blow me I don't really give a shit, I represent the real cats who know me Man what's up with that scratch you owe me Now run my chips before we fall out like Shaq and Kobe Big Herk on a track with Obie When you come to the D, its cut throat, better be packin' homie And niggas get they shit split for actin' phony We're known for the glocks and the choppers These niggas will rob you, leave you standin' in ya socks and ya boxers We got real g's and lots of imposters I smoke the real trees, see I cop from the rosters Y'all niggas ain't impress me yet Y'all yappin', not rappin', turn that shit off and press eject See we known for the car shows, runnin' from the narcos Keep them bottles comin', we gon' pop 'em till the bar close [Chorus] Meat cleaver, leave a gash in a bitches ass She had dreams of being an R&B singer Diva, leave her face cut up from the waist Of me, what a waste of a pretty face And this place ain't just safe, its just straight gangster It ain't just New York or LA that bangs no more There's Latin crown kings here, Southside folk Eastside them gangs and nothin' but gang lands and Spray paint cans and when that van rolls up, man they ain't glancin' That window rolls down and that trey .8's dancin' And them shooters don't miss homie, man they hate chancin' Its straight for the dome and its vacate fast and Get the fuck outta dodge 'fore that blue dodge flashin' Red and blue lights, no ambulance you got flattened And this was not supposed to be no Detroit anthem But just so you know if you see them D-Boyz passin' [Chorus] |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
Hey, hey
<i>[Chorus: Trey Songz]</i> Now when my mama done seen me cry (me cry) It's my liiiiife I'll be thuggin 'til the day I die (I die) It's my liiiiife You niggaz don't know me (ohh-ohh) You can't slow me down (oh-ohhh) You can't hold me, and so I'ma keep rollin rollin rollin rollin, goin on strong! <i>[Obie Trice]</i> They say "Why you so defensive?" I take that offensive Comin from the shit that I lived in You wouldn't understand him unless you eyewitness Chillin on the block where vacant lots are given Women and children missin, men in the picture Cause niggaz hit up sittin down and some sinner Get a kite with a flick of a chick he once hit up Ridiculous but that's us niggaz On the corner from dusk 'til dawn 'til that shit Whites brought to America's gone Be a Good Samaritan, my heritage was did wrong So all that sufferin that's just prolonged Long as you're knowin that that strong-arm robbery was brought on from this society deprivin me This brings violence if you're not survivin my environment Don't expect ya to be drivin in <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Obie Trice]</i> Mama worked 37 years in the plant 34 days she missed, that's where I get my grind at Her lil' nigga, see her as father figure Even though she got hips and tend to bitch up Show me how to maneuver snakes, false niggaz Eleanor Trice, one real sister Raised her kids up to be go-getters Now a nigga living room big as a Amphitheater Get the theater nigga, I'm from the hood So at times I see the mirror and tell him he doin good Keep up my spirits cause niggaz want him destroyed But that's null and void when it comes to ya boy I'm from Detroit, Shady employee I'm on a voyage tryna get more than royalties Niggaz I'm royalty That's why your bitches spoil me, O. T-R-I-C-E <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Obie Trice]</i> I got visions of makin executive decisions But this system tells me to be realistic You can't do shit with C's and D's I could do the work, I'm just interested in makin cheese So your schools can't control these G's He got his own rules and do whatever he please At ease to my soldiers that's feelin Obie Long as I know my 1-2-3's I'm flippin O-Z's A nigga can count like an accountant Only difference is it ain't checks that'll be bouncin It's pow-der, peep what he's pronouncin Now he lives next to the teacher that denounced him Doubted him, now look at the child's outcome Duece album got him speakin highly in volume I assume I'm valuable, they throwin in the towel Bow whenever they see him roll in that Diablo <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
What you got? what you want? what you like? what you need?
Who you with? I don't give a shit, you come leave here with me What's my name? You know that, what's yours? Never mind Girl get ya behind in my ride and let's glide on 24's I'm up in the club with a bottle of bub Got a model and I double up, and you know it's like that They wanna give a nigga the goods, wanna give the goodies up And make for a night cap, tell me what excite that With that nice ass, make a nigga say "gon' girl" Make a nigga wanna put you on chrome, take a bitch home Get it on toes curl, why don't come and hop in O's world Got the old school parked in the back where the gats at Where the yack's at, access, got 'em on the way to the mattress Pass that, toting hey in the vehicle, two broads with no bras No draw's, no flaws, nope no law, I dips out in the car like what? [Chorus] Got a gang of bitches, getting them riches, sitting on 24's Living that life those, that chrome always rolling different from yours Slow ya role, you know them po po love to get a nigga in a Chevrolet fo' do' But I get so low, so low low, so low on them ho's Dipping through the hood on them thangs with a full tank Gotta pull rank, with my hand on that 45, fuck what a fool think Try to take a nigga life when the night come, I'm a light some up like a flare gun Nine millimeter bare bellum, holding a melon, nigga at the right one Now a niggaz on the right hunt, got a nice type honey and we into seeing ice and Bitches wanna get the right come, Trice is the type that lay pipe like python Parallel to a pipe line, carousel kinda clockwise, switch 'em in and outta my ride Get you for them inches I got, hop in the 350 block, let's roll [Chorus] Hop in the tre-nickle-o-six-four, AC blow, you be nice and cold Ice on my neck like zero below, she zero in on O, nigga froze a ho Pedal to the medal, we off to the mo', bitch get sentimental, fuck the ho Got an issue, he ain't gon' miss you, gotta shit slew of bitches, wishing to fit ya shoes Ridiculous how I give 'em exit wounds, disrespect, singing an O sex tune That's a bet, better yet, Dev is next, get her in the bed and her head is Pez Best believe that I'm wearing the dress, panties wet, got her in the fanny yep Fuck it at the rest stop, getting head in the candy Lac on camera Parked in a motherfuckin' handicap [Chorus: x2] |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
Yeah
Ride wit me Come ride wit Trice, man I brought my man wit me Curtis Interscope Jack (ha ha) Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif' (Yeah) Holla at 'em [Chorus] Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why be, homie Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why be, homie They say Obie Trice gone, look at em Back then I was Mike Jones, who would even look at 'em? Now I recite songs with icons, see I come from convicts and crumbs My nigga, listen, it's transition shows his ambitions Nuttin' less then the man getting off his ass and vanishing Into the world of ass kissing, witness him with Ashton Kutcher Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures Went from rags to riches to getting ass from bitches It's hard to grasp the situation at hand When you used to have to ask for digits Now they pass em to you like easy fast for tickets Classic isn't it? Coming from a past with a casket Dips from beneath the grass, so you're cremated to ashes Nigga, created from the crap, this is past fictitious Fif, tell em how we was when we last wen' visit [Chorus] And now the spotlight's on Trice But back when the spot life was Trice I always kept beside a spot for a mic, despite Wrongs and rights, I would write after I slung white To homes on the pipe, I had a notion I would be bi-costal But being across the ocean is la vida loca And vada loco, I'm in Janayo Konecheewa in Tokyo, it's sushi with eel I got a taste for that pompies chopping up in Brazil Drinking the finest wines in France on the hill Now how real is he to come from where we get killed To having all his dreams fulfilled, look out I got fantasies of being in Italy where the women be Offering me the cooch-o, eating on arsobuco Awesome, I know, so often, we just reach the coffin And never get to see what the world's offering [Chorus] Yeah Things change man You know, get a chance to travel See the world and you start to look at things a lil different You ain't bullshitting Cause I ain't never thought I'd see it out the hood Heh, look at a nigga now |
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from Obie Trice - Second Rounds On Me (2006)
[Mom] Momma's so proud of you, you did so good on that report card today baby
I'mma let you pick out whatever you want [Obie] Ma, I can get any shoes I want? [Mom] That's right, today is your day Momma don't have much, but I'll spend it all on you today [Obie] Okay, I want these. Ah man, I'mma look fresh when I go to school Such a beautiful thing, being embraced by a woman that's a queen With big dreams for the younger sibling O couldn't do no wrong According to report cards Obie brought home They say good in spelling Spelling bee's always excelling Which was so overwhelming that Momma took him shopping Copped him the new Jay's Swear to God homie this was Obie's cool days BMX'ing up the block with the tennant living next to him Shooting hopes, who got hops? Worthy, when he pop a jump shot No worries, just a pocket full of sugar or whatnot Hit the candy house on the block It was pickle in them spot Then things turn around when Obie'll lay down Hear the sounds of fire rounds surrounded em Astounded him, the volume of the blast had me so interested Momma falling with cash, she can't get a nigga in this bitch They wanna hit the ass, nigga start ditching class Dad ain't around, he left a nigga Sagging in them Superman drawers that one Saturday Is it my fault, shit got dark? Mom and I fall apart, relationship taunts, bad talk ""Can't stand you, looking like ya Daddy with that same walk"" {Muthafucka you - } Now a niggas out in the streets Two nickle plated thirty-eights on me Can't stay away from beef Scrapping with them niggas from the other side Sipping Saint Ives rocking old school flannels Old school niggas see that I'm an animal Front me at 16, see how my roll handle Now I'm up the O's but wait on the affy Cuz here come my muthafuckin baby, cool Had to slow my role Plus my P.O. got a nigga pissing in a bowl Hold my temperment cuz I see such innocence When I'm looking in Kobe's pupils Despite all the dope I sold I had to change my road I just might be able to grow old Older brother said, ""Yo O I'mma quit my job so we can chase our goals I'll be manager-a-go, you can rap I suppose"" That's what we did, I still flipped a little bit Saved up my chips and put it into music ""Well Known Asshole"" a underground hit Still scrambling, looking like shit Baby momma think I'm smoking more then a spliff Think a blessing came from the man who invented my gift When Eminem said ""let me hear you spit"" Wrote my signature, now Shady Obie represents Hit em with the D12 skit Can exhale now I see my Mom's ain't pissed She hit em with a smile cuz Obie became focused From independent out the trunk like them dope kids To platinum plaques, world tours, getting noticed An inappropriate soldier became so ferocious In this Hip-Hop culture that I long for The roller coaster O was on so young Took a turn right into his song That's right, from after school fights To pushing white, to pursuing his career heights One mic's, all I need involved with beats I'mma be the streets to Jesus, cars on me And that'll be the day you applaud and see The underdog gets his eventually Gotta end it though I'm all in it, there's no limits And it's so splendid Real names, no gimmics No image, just a soldier who spoke what he lived From the ribs with it, the flows vintage Obie gotta do this for real Yeah Obie Trice |
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from Obie Trice - Snitch (2006)
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 |
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from Obie Trice - Snitch (2006)
"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 [Outro] "Crrrrrry now" {*to fade*} |
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from Obie Trice - Snitch (2006)
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 |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
Hey yo I'm focused
it's the locust O Trice is holdin the soldiers the prognosis Probably why I rose from zero to hope Cause I was wide eyed and open nosed on my approach nigga Hold the toast you provoke 44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I roll Yes I hold my own Swifty think you be boast clone I'm aimin Watch'em switchin to Damons And next Friday I can bet you's a changed man When them thangs in hands it's not a game man I ghost ya I bring ya much closer to Jehovah Definition of a soldier I told ya I hold the toast when I approach It's close at all times by my side in the holster O ster roast ya make me blow my composure Pop it's all over when the fo fo blows and goes gunshot When I'm up in the club And these niggaz they wanna act tough Til they get plugged Watch them bullets go Now you touched from a slug Huggin the streets like you in love Your heart race like The ambulance arrive They rush you to the spinner flyin by my ride Engine like homie you just died Your family through cryin I pulled off a crime Just as quick as lose your face in a fool's race I put my tune first nigga you was in second place And second place just means you didn't react with haste And this differentiates life where murder bein the case And since murder was the case it just means niggas erase Another black mother can't eat the food on her plate Cause she ain't got the taste of raisin you was a waste Such a short span young man sit at your wake First I'm a man second I'm five eight with size and weight Won't give a nigga the upper hand Cause when I I get a's up like Barry Sand Sit in the can you never ran like Barry Sand Obie ain't playin Obie got a plan And the plan is NOT to be layin in earth slayin I will POP before the can and earth slayin You get SHOT for playin me less than a man motherfucker When I'm up in the club And these niggaz they wanna act tough Til they get plugged Watch them bullets go Now you touched from a slug Huggin the streets like you in love Your heart race like The ambulance arrive They rush you to the spinner flyin by my ride Engine like homie you just died Your family through cryin I pulled off a crime Just as quick as get it twisted liquor make em envision that gangsterism is disrespectin a niggaz wishes Which is all the touch talk in front of bitches Yeah you fifteen deep the Desert E a give ya stitches And I can be all the bitches and hoes you wanna But I warn ya the glock could make it hot as California You be propped on the corner flesh meetin the coroner O's and quarantine cause no hoes in need is no hoes in need Niggaz take advantage til I manage to pul l that hammer out They start scatterin I'm no gangster I'm a average man but be damned if I let'em do me savage man Before that I'm strapped and will challenge him Cocked back and that gat will damage them It's not a act this is fact this is how I'm programmed This is me what I'm about this who I am motherfucker When I'm up in the club And these niggaz they wanna act tough Til they get plugged Watch them bullets go Now you touched from a slug Huggin the streets like you in love Your heart race like The ambulance arrive They rush you to the spinner flyin by my ride Engine like homie you just died Your family through cryin I pulled off a crime Just as quick as |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
Yea... we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate.
So this ones to all my dogs who didnt make it in the struggle.. I rememeber when I was on the Ave. clutchin them dimes Gut touchin my spine, bustin my rhymes Feelin like im livin in them lost times, No sight of the future Damn right, I would shootcha, palm tight on a rooster Old in the face cuz this ho in my face Got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like "O? oh hes a bad case, he wont last, his track record will do the math" Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you listeners but this is true listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth or else i might as well give this up Feel me now, rocks to pow pow, glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my balls and notice they still here, obie is still here So Kobe, heres to you and daddys new career Chorus: Grab ya cups of *beer* put em up lets *cheer* heres a toast to all my soldiers who aint here this is it my nigga this what we boast about get your bottle homie po' some out grab ya cups of *gin* put em up lets *win* heres a toast to never lookin back again this is it my nigga this what we boast about get your bottle homie po' some out now i understand every man got a story to tell buy fuck it i got a story as well growin up it wuz niggaz either buried or jailed popped by dirty harry or popped by the cops for the (yeo?) locked in a cell, whos to blame? when i wuz raised in this hood when my crew wuz slain only a few remains. YOU talk about struggle with your bubble gum life style, nigga fuck you im here today for fam that passed away bodies deep 6 nigga flesh decayed real cats, who had techs to spray babies to raise, missed them cradles n went straight to the grave, that hood life is in me so i, sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie let me get air, im guaranteein yall feelin me straight from the block to the industry [Chorus] All my homies thats deceased, rest in peace my nigga champsky, lil green Pink (floo?) ull be home in a minute nigga forget about it, i got a chance to speak to the word nigga and i aint stoppin, straight from the (crab?) 313! |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
(talking)
WOO!Damn .. There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy I'm about to get drunkLet's hold down, sleep Where the bar at? (*crashing noise*) [Verse 1]Okay, okie dokey Obie's hereNo more focus here, bro's got a careerAnd I like your brassiere and there's a party in hereAnd I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's earShe erotic and it's hot, saw a Heineken beerPut her to the side and invite her to "Cheers"Pull up a chair, swear no dramaPrepare for a player, who workin with a MONSTER (*yelling*) I ain't got time to waste, let's vacate the placeShut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy stateConcentrate, you will find that your bound to getBut we found what's fateWe can watch two incredible mates masterbateWhy settle and waitLet's escalate to the nearest Super 8and see your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeksC'mon [Chorus] - 2XSo this is my favorite songNow sing along when the DJ throws it onAnd if I leave here tonight and I fall asleepAnd wake up, (*sound of water dropping*), hopefully she got some teeth[Verse 2]Okay holy moly derriereLook around the club booty everywhereShe caught me starinAnd my homies darin me to approach KarenShe's model material, but she got a venerealTons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cerealShe holla cause I got a lot of denerioThe DJ's playin Obie's song on the ster-eoAnd she's impaired and she wants to be headin homeWith the real thing not the dildo cloneAnd I know I don't wanna be headin homeWith some double D's full of siliconTen hoodrat chicks surround me outsideFound me outside, clown me outside'Til I flippled out and they found me outsideCussin at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!" [Chorus] [Verse 3]Okay rolie polies everywhere (*horse naying noise*) Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphereObesity's glarin and she got me fearinShe's gonna come over here and try to eat me literal (*crunching noise*)-ly, like a box of CherriosCarry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rollsI'm outta order cause I gotta big girl disorderSo better cover up that blubber or I'll split (*feet running away noise*)And I ain't got time to playLet's investigate another place todayLadies less in weight and the dress they shapeDresses pettite, no window drapes [Obie Trice - talking]Word to mother, they god damn Opera and beansGot ya Opera and jeansSeems to me a little lean cuisineWouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch [Chorus] [talking]Haha, haha, haYou gotta have teach babyIt just wouldn't look rightLook, me big lips ..You no teeth, it wouldn't workYou know what I'm sayinHaha ha, yeahI'm feelin goodShady Record manObie TriceC'mon |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
[Chorus]
Hey Lady Hey Darling Hey Baby I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend if you toy with my heart fuck relationships i'll kill you bitch i'm fuckin for real you made me suffer and i suffered and you fucked me there's no maybe fall in love [End Chorus] [Obie] Baby im extra large, in magnitude in magnums the lubrication, that I use, to choose, which hole on the ho I abuse, haven em confused, cant tell who is who, when I fuck the shit outcha, then the next day, rush the shit out ya, off my 2way, you wanna cuddle with emotional, hustle up on pokano's poke ya nose in and outa obie'z zone, No, im in and out cho home, and this, in an out ya tone, I aint the nigga that settles them down, Put em in nice homes, and flossem around, I bounce them around, camcord the sex and sellem around town, How dat sound?, If I was in love witcha, now ya wanna clown, Fuck wit them clowns, till I pound on ya crown. Bust a few rounds, and da cops come N get me, Bad mouth a nigga just to convince a jury, You don't wanna it with me, you just as horny as me, You wanna nut, nuttin but what cho be. [Eminem] I'm internationally known maybe but actually there are few people who know how i am naturally all you know is that i can act irrationally when you shuv a puppet up in my face on national tv so they label me this crazed luny rap bully but truthfully that aint the truth and if you believe in that shit then you'll believe anything's true and you're too stupid to ever get to know me personally but personally that actually works for me cause the last thing that i need's a string attached to me i'm a bachelor bitch and i aint in no fast fury to run out and find a new mrs. mathers cause see technically me and kim aint back fully but we do still make booty calls occasionally but be damned if i'd end up back in that pattern where we end up back at that goddamn tavern and havin another deja vu-ry seein security pass my pussy around like it's ja-rule's jewelry i got news for you bitch your new curfew's early you aint home by 2:30 You Hurry. [Chorus] [Obie] See looking at the life, you looking at the lights, You looking at the ice, you aint looking at the trice, You should look at some advice, what I say aint nice, Despite the fact you think you're the feisty type, O love the fight, I luv the drama, luv when my bitch, get to cusing out yalanda. Find an open condom on the counter, Swingin her weeve, cant breathe, like I cant beleive, Least I aint deceive, and try mislead, and sell a dream to just getcha on my team, I came clean to keep down the beef, Keep down my reach, you can keep all ya teeth. [Eminem] What we do under the covers should stay between the covers and the two of us and we aint gotta be news coverage on the front page cover of US (weekly) as new lovers this is when the bitch get to showwin the true colors cause the truth of it everything that i do's public and you'd love it if you could run and tell all your friends guess who you just screwed assume just me and you'd done it and save the used cover to show em the proof of it but guess it's do unto others as you would have em do unto you but you better be careful of who you're doin unto cause you never know when the shoe could end up on the other foot and it backfires at you cause you would think you'd want it and you would me til you get me and you got me and you're fucked cause you'll be stuck with me for the rest of your life cause if i get attached to you we'll be joined at the hip i'll be so latched to you you'll be walkin out the house when i run up and tackle you chain your ass up to the bed and shackle you you don't think you're leavin this house in that do you not til i brand my name in your ass and tattoo you have you walkin out this bitch in turtle neck sweaters, scarves and full leathers in 90 degree weather front on me never cause we gon' be together forever right bitch? RIGHT BITCH?? [Chorus] |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
Don't come down things will always wake up
Don't come down things will always wake up Don't come down things will always wake up So when you find yourself in peices As a child i was fowl (uh) Ma, I couldn't understand them things that came out ya mouth (daddys ain't shit) You would cuss, fuss till your blood pressure went up, then give up and slouch on the couch and drink ya liqor (fuck you dog) A hard headed nigga I was quick temper short attention span not attending class (no) what a dummy I would run over you honey You confront me and say Obie you no longer have a mommy Don't use my phone don't even eat my food Matter a fact, Dont speak It was just me and you in that house with that mouse and them traps and they gat, waitin on the day when you gon pull the trigger back [Chorus] Don't come down things will always wake up (Im sorry) Don't come down things will always wake up (I messed up) Don't come down things will always wake up (Did wrong) So when you find yourself in peices You tryin to kill me boy (no) Is that what you wanna do, kill me? You wanna kill me (kill me) Your not feelin me the beepers not that drastic Its the B blasted, bastard Your lyin (your lyin) You took plastic freezer bags with dope inside of em She knew, damn but she hated that it was true I done raised two boys I can do away with you The locks changed and the nights got colder Im slinging bolders lookin like the bolda tolka Fuck it im the osta Im down for mounds ride by my corner Like Im not gone cry (no) Not reek the pain of watchin my youngest man (no no no) On the corners slangin cane Im callin the cops [chorus x2] Ma even though I left the house alone I was seventeen years old on my own using these streets as my home (yea) Theres no reason to prolong this beef (yea i love you) Ms. Eleanor Trice I place no one above you You the reason when I hustled I knew the stack The reason when I opened up t mics i knew to rip (rip dat) The ethnics you instilled on this hectic young brother Rubbed off after all Now look at ya boy (Look) When they ask about me now you aint gon just put ya head down ma Straighten up ma you can smile now, proud Everythings kosher with the boshterous oysta Lets get closer The regrets never opposed us [chorus x2] |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
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 |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
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 |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
[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 |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
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 |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
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 |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
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 |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
[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) [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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 |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
[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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
[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 |
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from Obie Trice - Cheers (2003)
[gun cocked back]
[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 |
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from 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2002)
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 * Repeat 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 * Repeat (x2) 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… * Repeat (x2) |
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from 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2002)
get the fuck out motherfucker...
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, |
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from 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2002)
[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... |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
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 |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
featuring Obie Trice
(Obie Trice) Ha ha, yeah (Tupac) Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessy) Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessy, that dark shit (That's right) (Obie Trice) Hey pour me some of that too baby (Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice) They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessy (Tupac) Ha ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy) (Obie Trice) That's what your sippin on Now what's you name nigga? (Tupac) Big ballin ass nigga named Pac (Verse 1: Tupac) Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath These motherfuckaz wanna see me die So who am I to try to warn ‘em, I'll buck and bomb ‘em, them niggas fry Hey remember me? Down that Hennessy The nigga you don't wanna see, let me proceed My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me? Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch I maintain in the game, in the gutter is where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools Walkin through the streets wearing jewels Breakin niggaz, fakin moves Even the cops can't stop us My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessy (Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice) They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessy They wanna know who's my role model It's in the brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessy (Tupac) Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessy) (Obie Trice) That's what I'm sippin on Now let me tell ‘em who I be (Tupac) Big ballin ass nigga named Trice (Verse 2: Obie Trice) Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin My momma couldn't tell me shit, the streets was callin I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw P Funk, got it pumpin, he had the connects Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that Don't come around hurr on that floss shit Detroit niggaz off shit (Robbin niggaz in the door ways) That's right (With my 4-4, that's the sure way) And this your old days, all eyez on me We was loony I suppose you could (die homie) O Trice always repped his block |
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from Obie Trice - Battle Cry [single] (2011)
디스 이즈 힙합 ..
ttj25 Party On Fifth Ave. Mac Miller Stereo Hearts (Feat. Adam Levine Of Maroon 5) Gym Class .. Let`s Go (Feat. Jay-Z) Jaz-O, T.. Jaz-O The Immobilarie 곡 60 | 담기 11 | 추천 3 |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-12-31
Subject : Obie Trice - Cheers (Interscope,2003)
