Obie Trice [Rap]

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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

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

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]

<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>

[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

"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*}

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

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!

[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!!!

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

<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>

[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]

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>

[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

<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!

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

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]

<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>

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

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

"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*}

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

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

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

<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

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

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

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

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!

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]

[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

(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

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

[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

[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]

[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Yes I understand I done came a long way
From huggin them corners to appearin on TV
From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me
To makin 'em hits, like this shit's easy
But it's not, it's a whole lot of bullshit involved
And truthfully, I'd rather be bullshittin with ya'll
But I gotta chase the donuts, cocoa's growin
And it's like "oh shit, she was just born"
And now she knowin every song on the radio (radio)
If I hear another Bow Wow quotable ([laughing], oh no)
Grown as ever (yeah), school craft for ever (yeah)
Recognize real when I stare at ya
My niggaz I'm a hold ya down
Even when I'm not around, I'm just gone for now
I'll be back in a while (I'll be back in a while)
Back in a while, yes (said I'll be back in a while)
Back in a while, yes

[Chorus #1 - Obie Trice (Male Voice)]
My niggaz Koon, and G never forget ya (I will never forget ya)
John Doe, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Jo Jo, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
P-Funk, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya)
Terry T., I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
My man B, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Strafmoore, Obie will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Lauda, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya)

[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
This is dedicated to my chick friends
Never stuck in my dick in friends
Just my down ass bitches, you know who you is
Like you know how to get a sucker motherfucker's riches
Ya'll ain't shit
And when I touch back home, nigga find me a bitch
With a fat ass, and no I ain't dyin a trick
That's asinine, I'm on the grind
And I'm tryin to get rich
All this a mine so ya'll got some, get your wigs did
My ridettes from east to west (yes)
North to south, stab a bitch for runnin her mouth (ha)
Five rugrats, big gun in the house
You run up in you get stretched up out
(without a doubt) without a doubt
(it's vicious), it's vicious
Oh oh, this go out to all my tataliciouses (woo yeah)
Yeah (yeah), that's what I'm talkin about, uh hum

[Chorus #2 - Obie Trice (Male voice)]
Big homie Creda baby, never forget ya (I will never forget ya)
Little Meeko, never forget ya (never forget ya)
My sister Zata, never forget ya (never forget ya)
Nikki, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Nigga Cat, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya)
Jim Brown, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Young Bratty, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya)
Keena Johnson, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)

[Verse 3 - Obie Trice]
And now that the album is sold (uh huh),the story unfolds
Cause I'm probably asleep on your living room flo' (sleep)
Whether gold or plat, O. Trice always knows to go back (yeah)
pass the Carnac (pass that shit), crash the Cadillac
Nigga ain't shit changed (uh), just a lot a change (uh huh)
a whole lot a brain (yep, brain), a whole lot a dates (dates)
a whole lot a thang (and a whole lot a thangs)
But hey I'm from the D, I got a whole lot a game (got a whole lot a game)
And I promise, I'm as thorough as you made me
Detroit living, I'm in thoroughly with Shady (ohh yeah)
I make moves 'til them fools come engrave me
They crazy, the pistol was cocked, he won't play me

YEAH!

[Chorus #3 - Obie Trice (Male voice)]
Rest in peace my nigga Lou Green, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Little Randy, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Keith, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Shawn Stringer, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Little Randy, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya)
My nigga Shan, never forget ya (never forget ya)
All my niggaz that's gone, never forget ya (never forget ya)
I love ya'll, it's on never forget ya (never forget ya)

[Obie Trice - talking (Male voice)]
Yeah! .. yeah
Shady baby! haha
Detroit motherfuckers
(313 baby)
That's right, we in here
Know what I mean (never forget ya)
I've been seein the struggle my nigga [harmonizing]
I'm rest to go, rest to go, haha [never forget ya - repeats]
I'm rest to go
The color ain't purple, the color is green
And lets get this money
Hop-o, haha, yeah
Momma, right here

[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks
I came in the game, profane no image
I came in the game, with a name
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his child-ren
I proclaim the name though, never in vain no
Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from fame
Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the main road
They don't understand what I came for
How I came fo', with a million sold
Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold
Gettin money like Ross Perot
I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go
Oh that's the road you on, oh no
I'm down for the rifle, tone the fo fo
Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no
I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco
Show me that your loco put holes in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo
Just cause our thug roll solo
And po' zone grown folk, be a cold negro
Be-low, your grieved up people
Be-lieve that the boy see no evil

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes]
OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho

[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it
Bright but violent, invite the violence
Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant
'Til these niggaz nights is silent
O. Trice from a trife environment
He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of retirin
Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire thin
I'm in the position to hire other clients then
Meanwhile I'm a virus like Iverson
A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin
And the soldier's retirin, I ain't buyin
Motherfuckers actin like you denyin them
Who tryin a nigga, who use buyers
I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE
Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins
No coke

[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]

[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

[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

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

Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece
Fresh up out your momma's mouth
So when she spit's you know how I "cum"
You know what I mean, haha
We release the Dogg Hour
Where we give a shout out to my School Craft Playaz
Detroit's in the house, live at Roll-in-Wills
Obie Trice baby, check it out...

[Verse - Obie Trice]
I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share at work
I'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf
Did it big with clever workers who hid the crack
In the back bottled up in that Gerbert glass
For what it's worth, I ain't told to have
I'm just rambling, y'all dick handling
Telling my past and you don't know me
Niggaz the name's Obie, I'm bout to expose these motherfuckas

[Chorus - Kon Artist]
When I was down you had a lot to say
You should mind your business and walk away
Talk about them trying to find a way
To spread yo shit 'round town
I ain't really got time for you
With all that ignorant shit you do
Niggaz need money and I do too
That's why I ain't fucking with you

[Verse - Obie Trice]
I wonder would he pass for passer
If a massive ass kick's inflected
It can happen that quick, when spitting shit
Rapidly laying down your fag ass click
From running your lips like a bitch
All I know is something it gotta give
Niggaz I gotta live, it's not a poragative
Don't speak on The Kid
Lid your speech or rid ya in the streets
It's so optional, but I will be logical
Cause when I lodge at you, it's not hospital
Operating poppin' them hot slugs outta your abdominal
Now your momma got a funeral attendin
Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen-a

Chorus:]
Niggas know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care
But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day (Obie Trice...go!)

[Obie Trice]
Niggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna look
Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook
Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and
Let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand
I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn niggaz' moms
Shoot up clubs and destroy niggaz' vibes
Everybody running for their motherfucking lives
Tough club niggaz, we leave early, cock back surely
Open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave
Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z
Ho's in animal skirts get mirked
Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt
Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard
Trust in "God"? It's 'cause you're about to catch a bullet scar
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by the nuts
A 4-5 that'll light niggaz up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck

[Chorus:]
Niggas Know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth I don't care
But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day


[Lloyd Banks]
But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks
And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks
Poverty will make your ass bet
My words Touch niggaz in jail make them wanna finish their last set
They say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one
You don't think I'm packed to pump cause I'm out of the hood
That's a stereotype like everybody that's black can jump
I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done
Cop rings like Mike, Bird, Magic and them
Out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from
Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come
I'm the clouds, you don't see me in the train
I travel first class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane
You should be easy on my name, cause I ain't going back and forth
Your boss and your captain's soft (Bitch)

[Chorus:]
Niggas Know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth I don't care
But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day

[Eminem]
Cause we gonna bring it to anybody who want it
You want it? you gon' get it
Name 'em we gon' hit em, chew em up and spit em out
[HRRK-PTT]
Too much venom, and if you roll with 'em
We gonna fuck you up with 'em
I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose
My shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (BOOM)
You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through
G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie, we all move like assassins
Ski masks and glove: Consider this as a warning
Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs
But we are fizast, fuck your little bitch ass up
We are not killers; my vato will have you shot though
Drag through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osario
Little sorry hoe ass, go ask B Real
We burn source covers like fuckin Cypress Hill
Did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still
Shady Records, "you better believe the hype is real"
This is no joke, I don't smoke
But I toke enough second hand to make my fuckin "P.O." choke
I'm an OG; you fuckin with a GI Joe
Bia Bia, mia meo a Vida loc
I'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me
When I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people
At San Ysidro Ranch, huddled up next to her
With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs
You ever had your cap peeled back, or your shit pushed in?
I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion
Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and indo
I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog
Nobody told you that I'm loco, esse?
I lack every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm Slim Sha..."D" in the "Dy" is for "deez nuts"
And you can get each one for free so feast up
I pee in a cup for three months; I'm having an E party for Easter, please come

[50 Cent]
We gonna bring it to anybody who want it
You want it? you gon' get it
You name 'em, we gon' hit em, chew 'em up and spit em out
Too much venom and if you role with 'em
We gonna fuck you up with 'em
You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest
I got a 12 gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest
Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest
Fear me like you fear God cause I bring death
Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle
I'm the strongest around you know how I get down
I watch gangster flicks and root for the bad guy
And turn it off before the end cause the bad guy die
If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to
So what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new
You can raise your voice like you fiendin' to touch something
When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fiendin' to cut something
See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie
If the bitch think I love her, then the bitch don't know me
Ha-ha, Sorry Kim, ha-ha)
oh, sorry..oh)

[Chorus: x1]
Niggas Know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth I don't care
But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day

(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

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

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,

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)

[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...