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[Woman:]
It's another fuckin' party same shit. Turn this goddamn TV off! [Obie Trice:] Why? [Woman:] Everyday I come home your either sittin' on your ass watchin' my TV! I'm runnin' the goddamn streets somewhere! What are you gonna do with your life Obie?! [Obie Trice:] I'm gon' rap! [Woman:] Rap?! Rap?! What the fuck is this about rappin' this plastic bag Obie?! This is what the fuck you want to do?! Get yo' shit & get the fuck out of my house!! Get the fuck out of my house!!! [Obie Trice:] Fine!! I'm gone!! I'll be back though!!! You will see!!! |
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| 2. |
| 2:52 |
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They say he was a monster from birth, so
Fuck it, I'll just a lean warn-os them hoes I suppose O took on the street life Even though my mother told me I could be otherwise Wasn't the school type, I was too cool My agenda wasn't general education, nigga Generalizing Obie's expectations It was like, a cucoo in twenty-twos Bad news my nigga, pass the brew Cause in a week we be pouring a glass for you So rapidly homies become causualties We was just playing Madden Now a nigga sad for his family, that's how it happens Dudes get blasted, another casket Another child becomes a fatherless bastard Make a nigga wanna grab this rachet It's so tragic, and Obie can't get past it And you wonder why a nigga'll flash it Just to, show these demons that I ain't having it Put 'em beneathe the grass in a flash Homie I'm from the craft And to make it where I'm at, that's called Soldierism Real niggaz notice em, they wanna flow with 'em Wanna do major shows with 'em Get the fuck out the ghetto wit 'em Heavy metal, leave a nigga twisted, don't fret This is the set we live in But I ain't crying or whining about my enviornment Even though black folk is dying constant Niggaz'll shoot you unconscious Wit no conscience, until you lose conscience Conscious, and pompous white folk think I'm just rhyming Just designing lines, just for the sake of shining Like I just speak violent applying to the business I'm in Rewind and find him in a dirty ass hood with no sight of climbing Moving on up was just The Jeffersons Rest of us watching the tube got less then them So why you vexing him? Why you stretching him out? He got the weapon all because his whereabouts Born and raised, mental slaves And I don't see change before I'm seeing the grave All I see is my homies corpse decay Crying at his wake, can't recognize his face Face it, you not identifying with me My identity distorts ya visibility So you can't see me, peep what he's achieving You recieve information from TV I'm in the hood, I live it you read about it Rest in peace Peezy Please believe Obie eyes've seen The Wire Prior to what you seeing on the screen I done been in and out of the bing Lost niggaz to unfortunate things That's why, praise the Lord I'm still on the scene Praise the Creator who made human beings Just for creating a nigga like me A nigga that put the umph in G, yeah <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> Wake up I try to reach out but you won't Wake up My brothers and sisters, we got to Wake up 'Fore you stuck in the system, and then ya Wake up Reality hits ya, before you can Wake up |
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| 4:04 |
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<i>[Thug]</i> There he go right there, got this nigga. What's up Obie?
<i>[gun fire]</i> <i>[Obie]</i> Oh shit <i>[gun fire]</i> <i>[Thug]</i> Uh, uh, uh nigga. Yeah nigga, shit <i>[car pulls away]</i> Obie Trice <i>[Chorus]</i> You can catch me in the hood, up to no good With that Mac like right beside me I ain't by no niggaz eyeing my figures Deprive me of my life, try me I'ma rip up tissue, homie I won't miss you This'll be the day that ya dying Nigga I'm violent Ya hearing the sirens, once that ass silence For fucking with me, nigga I'm violent Cause I'm so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie Cause nigga I'm violent <i>[1st verse]</i> Hat match the jacket, jack match the glove Glove match the Mac that send niggaz above All black when his faggot ass acts up When the boys interrupted haters can't wait to duck Cause when I buck I leave a peep hole in his face They peep O in the place then they get a bad taste In they mouth, running his lip, I pull that ouch off my hip Commence to spit, I'm too grown for this But they tend to take you back to when you're known for riff raff That'll be his ass, fucking with this cat <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[2nd verse]</i> They say O calm ya nerve, but some niggaz need to be served Cause it's purpose is unheard of Blacks done seen too much murder to flirt with death Guess he feels it ain't nuthin left That's when the weapon is taking it's last breath If he think for a second he taking me outta my flesh Violent when it comes to putting Obie to rest Natural cause is the only way they say he left Not from no hater, I got too many guns So, when it come to that shit, I'm off one nigga <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[3rd verse]</i> Incompacitating O, no, I'm so Observational I recognize you ho's Nocturnal mufuckas knocking ya mans Cause I'm sitting on paper bigger then Shaq hands Plus every chance I get Obie advance From spitting to getting riches, I'm so enhanced On bitch ass niggaz trying to slow my plans Realest shit a nigga ever spoke to fans Listen, I'm taking kites in the pen A nigga ever offend again, and that's on my kid <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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| 4. |
| 4:03 |
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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 |
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| 5. |
| 2:55 |
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[Obie Trice]
Here we go [Verse 1: Obie Trice] You could get popped; it's a possibility up in my vicinity Poppin off with that hostile energy In a hospital with a doctor getting in When adrenaline is mixed with an obnoxious temperament Honestly I got a monster pistol gripped And I commence to spit, none of y'all exempt from it Spit, spit, passes from it You get stiff from it, church man see your box plummet And I will never let 'em give it to me I gotta live to be one hundred and three Gotta reach my epitome, wanna seize my enemy And receive my penalty nigga [Chorus 2X] LAY DOWN! (Lay down..) I'm a man, man I ain't runnin, I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to BE! [Verse 2: Obie Trice] I ain't tryna cocky wit it, but I'm a nigga from the block that did it Got a nine that's livid, I ain't tryna see the box in prison Getting knocked outta my position Now I got a pot to piss in, pissed off motherfuckers' mouth off ??bitchin Probably cause he lack ambition, so his wack decisions Get mad at the nigga that's getting 'em That's when he see the next nigga that's hittin him With a vigorous pistol over this ridiculous issue Dismiss you, in attempt to Take me out my motherfuckin tempo nigga [Chorus 2X] LAY DOWN! (Lay down..) I'm a man, man I ain't runnin, I'ma stand wit my gun in my hand I got plans and a place to BE! [Verse 3: Obie Trice] Niggaz get nauseated, a artist made it Had it hard against odds and emancipated To the floor I spit cause, god damn they hate it To see the lady they dated caterin to the latest Shadiest artist, up in my radius Get faded with a plated revolver Rated me R, haters get faded with horror Erased, no fate for tomorrow All cause he think he hard tough Got a car cause, he was runnin at the mouth, hush I will never let 'em give it to me I gotta live to be one hundred and three Gotta reach my epitome, or decease my enemy And receive my penalty, that'll be the end of he Tryna seize my entities, finna be the end of his identity When I tell him to [Chorus 2X] |
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| 6. |
| 4:01 |
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Obie Trice (Eminem) {Akon} [Intro]:
{Convict} (Yeah, SHADY) {Convict Music} (Guess who's back) Still here, haters {Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah} Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna do? {Take 'em on back to the streets} Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah Obie Trice [Verse 1]: It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say he lay it down for the boy Brought game squad around ours How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws Only foniness never came to par He had us, a true neighborhood actor Had his back with K's Now we see through him like X-Ray's Cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war Knowing not to cross those resevoir dogs You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable When we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho No ex and oh's, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah Obie Trice [Verse 2]: We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's Recondences when we peep enemies on us Been on these corners, sellin like anything on us Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China We gon' keep the grind up til death come find us Meanwhile leanin in them European whips reclined up It's an eye for an eye for the riders We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors Po Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's ours We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder Who woulda known he would fold and cower Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds So no exs and ohs, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah Obie Trice [Verse 3]: Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full So he move to a rural area to keep cool He snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually No penitentary, there will be no climacy You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century These cats is rats now, the streets need decon That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em Stop snitchin, you asked for the life your living This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden So it's no exs and ohs, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah |
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| 3:59 |
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"Crrrry"
Giant face nigga (giant face nigga) Get it together (get it togheter) I ain't goin nowhere (nowhere) O. Trice (O. Trice) [Verse 1] Niggaz wanna kill me, till a nigga stoned Wanna peel my cap back, see a nigga gon' All because I rap actual facts on a song It's no fabrication, what's wrong (what's wrong) Slum cracked to the day come (day come) But they don't wanna gimme that, say he fakin (fakin) Schoolcraft is the makin (makin) But God forsake 'em, they hate I'm great Conservin them weight, to the Top 8 at 8 You whether see him wait, momma hypervenalate Tuckin her son underneath the state (Michigan) Hip-Hop's my fate, since cassette tapes I've been braced what you know of, as this niggaz culture Put it in a chokehold, spoke as a soldier (soldier) Yea he provoke him, to pull up out his holster Leave you wit a visible ulcer, oggle and off ya Niggaz ought to when he lyrically off us All cause he salty, I'm rollin like a boss I don't follow nigga's course, I'm akward My choice, Rock City is my voice The White Boy stepped down, so I will accept the crown Exceptional however, never let ya down Found my new niche, no more bricks So I'm pitchin 16's, verbally bitch [Chorus] "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now [Verse 2] Cry all you wanna, numero uno stunna Then snuck up on ya, Lord what has become of us The Boy hold the "D" down, like none other Up comin since slums, can't knock them mothafuckas So we, take shots at 'em, try to snuff 'em Whether see 'em suffer, then become one up on us Round the globe, promotin us hustlas The white boy's cool, but refuse they brothers So we, cock the tools, and shoot our own color This ain't Detroit Red, you won't +X+ me out +Malcolm+ I exit this, whenever be from a violent outcome I turn Exorcist on niggaz wit extra clips Exit on my ethics, is no longer present X-rays show, I was this close to Heaven So for future reference, I stay this close to a weapon {*click-clack*} Who you testin, never said I was the best, never stressin Don't make me get in my zone, I will own that whole note (fa sho') Metaphorically, for where I roam on chrome yo (fa sho') Detroit for niggaz that's slow, it's the O I was birth wit Jehovah's hand on my soul [Chorus] "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now [Verse 3] Can't explain the gift; but my aim is to take What the streets gave my brain and spit And I ain't evaporate, I will remain the shit So ya lames that got a problem wit the game - tough tit He still in the same Range, windows fixed And I'm killin 'em come a-gain, that's as real as it gets Off ya, tryna make me depart ya, from my thought-a Coffin's for you, and the nigga that brought ya The hatin start in ya, release from our father The people at the alter, saying ya better off You don't wanna see a demon, come out of a humen being Recent being the sience, and to him it's too extreme Catch me in the BM, like Tupac and them Or in that Tahoe like Christopher - NO Poppa gon' keep poppin Cris on you hoes And piss on those, who exist as my foes O rolls through shit, spittin cold flows Knows his business, I'll be missed if I go Who you know holdin the city on his shoulders Flow is ferocious, it's O shit, true vocalist - BITCH! [Chorus] "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now [Outro] "Crrrrrry now" {*to fade*} |
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| 8. |
| 2:54 |
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[Chorus]
O, O, O, O, O I think this Obie Trice Obie Trice Obie Trice Obie Trice Obie Trice Obie Trice Obie Trice O, O, O, O I'd like to reintroduce myself, ha ha If you don't know by now. It's Obie Trice man I came from nothing solo, straight outta the dumpster hobo Made up my monster, I was cultivatingly slanging that cocoa Hated the po po, locally known as abominable snow-o Later the pig fo' rated the home where I made the dough grow So on and so fo', the story of us urban negros Created as equals we wouldn't have to be so eager to mistreat you We as a people heated in evenings doing these evils Gotta eat you, be cool, got a kid to feed that'll reach you Or did it see through? Or do I just speak through the EQ just to say I got a hot sequel When niggaz on the block gotta eat, gotta cop, gotta cot when they caught by the cops Young Tupac's, laid in the box or they age in a cell blocks, fade away Brick walls, steel gates, can't wait for the day to be free, that's why I'm [Chorus] Seen it, I done ate it, I done shit it Slept it, lived it, now I spit it Shady Working that house off an no-doze, got an ounce to roll on Trying to get rid of the pounds, I gotta whip the bounce, I gotta put that chrome on Same old song, young nigga that's trying to get some where I come from Funds, need 'em in abundance, whole bunch, only way a city boy function In conjunction with selling this substance Chips stay up, fuck it, glucks keep coming, take another pie out the oven I'ma be hugging these corners till these corners corner me But currently, I'm calculating this currency, urgency Gotta earn a G, uphearnestly, up early when the birds'll sing It's an emergency, never did occur to me, that the first and the third'll be Such a thirst for me, life almost took a turn for the worst for me took to see I finally had a purpose on Earth's surface the seed that was birthing me [Obie] Gotta do a little soul searching and [Obie] myself personally And to think all Em had to hear is one verse from me To confirm and unblur my dreams Best believe since burst on the scene, I'm a be here certainly With no uncertainties, yes indeed, I'm a get this cheese and that's why he's [Chorus] That's why I'm That's what made me Ha ha That's why I'm Young black man in America Get up and get yours nigga I know you struggling man, I been there I see you Get up and get yours nigga Ain't no looking back now |
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| 3:38 |
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Call me baby, baby
{She say} Call me baby, baby {She say} Call me baby, baby {She say} Call me baby, baby {She say} [Chorus] I just want you in my arms Obie Hold you till the morning Obie Know you got it going on Obie I don't hear what the rumbleclots say {She say} I just want you in my arms Obie Hold you till the morning Obie Know you got it going on Obie Sex and on that good love to me She say she like em dark skinn-ded Not timid, wanna rumble in my loft is it Talk different, her walk's exscusite Switch is ridiculous, locks is twisted Like a block she said visit us Jamrock why don't you picture us, with Kids or whip, a ton of cannabis So I can can it on a canoe Sippin coconuts like its a can of some brew I'm what she plan to hold on to {she say} [Chorus] Haters wanna hate, hey no way, hey She'll slit ya throat, mess around with O She move a pound of coke, like brown with hopes Of being close to folk, if you clown ya poked No joke, murder she wrote, provoke me no a rotty Be a dead body, it be that dread hotty Me no know no one that more potty Down on her knees, up in the party to please my body {she say} I just want you in my arms Obie Hold you till the morning Obie Know you got it going on Obie I don't hear what them rumble clots say (She say) I just want you in my arms Till the break of dawn we can get it on Obie Ain't no need to prolong Obie Realest nigga on this song is Obie Way she move, got me in her hypnotic ways Her voice maneuvers, got me thinking bout her day to day See I'm faced with beauty, there's nothing more for me to say Put on the dance floor and play with Obie And it's no cliche, O's great like the lake So she pon'd the river her way of doing the snake Jamaican God, make a true playa break Say it ain't so, ya truth is fate Incense lit when she's interested in insertion Any minute ya squirting, she gifted in Giving you the business, hurting em Plus she know that art of perversion {she say} [Chorus] [Repeat: x12] Call me baby, baby |
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| 10. |
| 3:21 |
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<i>[Scarface sample]</i>
I told you, don't fuck with me Stupid fuck, look at you now Yeah, ha ha, have you noticed like When niggas go to the club, it's always It's one knucklehead nigga always mean mugging and shit Heh, he wanna, he wanna have contact with me Have contact with men, all these bitches in here Faggot ass, these for them hard head niggas man <i>[1st verse]</i> Now I don't wanna come across as a boss some type of mafia But these are my thoughts, they awful, I won't argue with ya But see, I got a cause a clause, that I live by Keep the heater close because I don't want to die You see I'm from Detroit where they dump 'em off in coffins And often there's assorted men where bullets holes departed him And I don't want no parts of them, crazy complications So I keep the heater cocked up in case of confrontation And I would just be fakin if I said I wouldn't erase him If he blatantly, tried to take away God's creation <i>[Chorus]</i> I'll kill me a muthafucka Running up on me, may he, rest in peace once released I'll kill me a muthafucka Yeah, look at ya now, for running ya mouth, ya stretched on the ground I'll kill me a muthafucka Ain't no way you can stop it, on that hot shit, we can get it popping I'll kill me a muthafucka {I told you, don't fuck with me, stupid fuck, running ya mouth} <i>[2nd verse]</i> Now I'm riding through the city in a Range with no tints Just to show these muthafuckas yes I am a resident I ain't stack up my pennies just to move out the city So if you got a problem with me you should know where to get me Niggas kills me, portraying that thug My nigga, you's a crack baby, go smoke on some drugs Before that hot piece of slug make you where you ain't budging Don't even nudge him, it's over for cousin, he caught a dozen Just for fucking with the wrong animal Animated no more, off to hell, yes I <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[3rd verse]</i> When I'm down in ATL Stat Quo keep my fo'fo' So shawty know Obie for real When I'm chilling in L.A. Dre keep my AK, so I'm like an esse When banging that steel When I'm out in NYC 50 hold artillery for me Watch me shut down son and dunny Listen, O-bizzle, hold the Tek-nizzle Holding ya neck if you, disrespect Bizzle Sizzle up tissue, missles will not miss you Maybe ya momma, when that pistol uplifts you <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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| 2:31 |
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<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Roll out, straight to the ATL Coming from the DET gotta bail Gotta get mail in adbundance Stat watch that yay on the oven Nigga this hustlin' Had enough gettin' nothing Cooped in the ?? Gotta get accustomed So I push that dust, that's me crushin' Push that new stank ugly, Snowflakes in the hood like flurries, Nigga so urgently, gotta earn that cheese, affirmatively, The firm with me gotta, turn the keys of a 64 fever, So eager, go re-up, get cheese on the old school beeper, No two-ways, no feds, only way a nigga get head get bread, Stay low-pro, no po-po, no hoes in the spot where the dope grow <i>[Bridge]</i> We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes, Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin' outta state! Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up! <i>[Verse 2]</i> Dippin' now, in the CAL, get Dre on the phone, Gotta put that fluff on hold, homegrown, holmes know, Bubonic chronic gots to move on it soon as possible Honest, U-Hauls, movin' by two anonymous drivers Reclinin', just a couple of folks reload from the West to the East coast, Gotta get that dough, flip them bows, get back to the 'Mo like pronto With guacemole, niggaz can't grow these, got it where they make nacho, Not so? Taste that, wipe the Ajax off that plastic wrap, Look at him now, his eyes saggin' like my Dickie khaks, In fact nigga cheef on that, please believe I gotta get them stacks <i>[Bridge]</i> We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes, Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin' outta state! Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up! <i>[Verse 3]</i> Haters, faders know, Detroit flavor gators bankroll, You can never trust them stank hoes, Minnesota got that stroleon(?), troleum On that rack, gotta flip them O's like that, get that dough right back Gotta make sure niggaz intact Strapped, niggaz get mad, Gotta have witchu, Gat Gotta put them boys in bags, make noise, Niggaz know you ain't havin' that Gotta have that, gettin' ass since, Where the math at? Nigga pass that No average, pure, what do you think a nigga down here for? Get more, gotta push them Bentley Azures, Niggaz on empty, gotta get it up plenty, niggaz know wit' me <i>[Bridge]</i> We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes, Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin' outta state! Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up! |
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| 12. |
| 4:16 |
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<i>[Nate Dogg]</i>
All of my Life (got this lady on my mind) All of my days (wanna hit it all the time) ?? (I was down and locked away) ?? (wanna hit it every day) <i>[Obie Trice (Verse 1)]</i> You know a nigga wanna touch your body We can keep in touch having after parties You know you wanna fuck cause you're acting naughty You see us in the mattress probably Wanna be involved cause the entourage I'm indulged in You say you love my dirty drawers your all in Wanna sleep with the star, be baby moms, eat lobster See where you're coming from Cause hey that nigga got dick for days There aint too many niggas blessing O's ways I guess I just get better with old age cause in my ?? made me say ??MAYDAY??br>Anyway, today I'm a different human being I crush em make em scream Its nothing aint a thang Fronting like the dick aint off the chain Slicing nigga's ?? <i>[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]</i> At the after party we can get naughty watching your body get this shit started Coke and Bacardi pimp juice and gin and I'm off and ready to roll At the after party it's a private party what happens at the party stays at the party Girl roll that body, back up that body into my body (girl lets go) <i>[Obie Trice (Verse 2)]</i> You know I'm somewhere where I can ease my mind be On some island Don Ps beside me No paparazzi eying that hiney But I am right behind she Wanna bump n grind, crying, say im all up in that side Bringing down the menstruation cycle Girl I lay pipe to the right, pipe to the left, pipe all night, a pipe dream right O Trice advise your type If it aint him it's a nigga in my click you like If the miss's insist on the dick tonight We throw assists like Scott, Pip and Mike You blow a kiss on my tip you just might Get a whiff of the kid up in your windpipe Now see that insight, it excites, cause she's undressing for that sex, right <i>[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]</i> <i>[Obie Trice (Verse 3)]</i> Take time off my hectic schedule Just to give you the pleasure you request for When I hit your spine that's how you measure O Tell your girlfriends you aint had it like this before Now your girlfriends all up in the midst of O Wanna be mistress, all cause a few extra inches Blew back your interest, you lack experience, new jack my crew ran through that for instance We can fuck from dust to dawn No discussion who's nuts your own Shes in such of a rush to cum Wanna choke on the dong, like it's a bong And what is it doing, your making a moan You make her wanna leave that muthafucka she got back home All Os knowing is he keeps hoes going, enjoying O Trice's groin <i>[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]</i> |
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| 13. |
| 4:21 |
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Whoooo
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto [Chorus:Repeat x2] I'm from the motherfucking slums where the cops don't come Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run You ain't shit without no gun In the ghetto (ghetto) Ghetto (ghetto) I'm from where diapers full of feces We's endangered species Bodies lay in traffic, that's right, where the streets be You ain't seen nothing this obscene from no TV You would have to be me to feel what Obie's speaking Bodies leak like steel pipes, it's real creepy Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha, Jason Vorhee's You're boring me with your story, I'm a Detroitee Craft took my mind so the craft exploits me [Chorus] I got no pot to piss in, en route to prison You don't want it with us nigga, we strapped with nitroglycerin Our ambitions is some riders, thriving off poor decisions A blessing nigga still living, still pimping, still visions of Sitting in that foreign whip, whipping up cola take a lick To my tongue, numb from the shit My nuts hung since I was a young one And that's just the slum fuck of it I'm pumped daddy gone but, gun in my palm My momma can't save me her gender is wrong On my own in this jungle that niggaz call home What? His momma died from a lump in her D cup Police freeze 'em up for serving these glucks It's like a habitual situation, we stuck The ritual is for niggaz to grab they nuts And just soak all this bullshit up, where I'm from? [Chorus] I'm from real bridge cause, for niggaz living hard Welfare scarers just most chicks'll buy them broad Pimping the government cause government pimping us Rather see 'em suffering then niggaz live it up Cause you ain't heard? Bird got birds But the nigga got murd' cause niggaz felt he ain't deserve What he was worth, he ain't a real nigga from the turf He was birth with money, that's why they left him bloody I'm from the streets where most these niggaz nutty I adapt to em, I'm exactly in tuned with 'em Strapped with the Mac that extract flesh from humans Home sweet home, better known as The Ruins [Chorus] Whoaa! |
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| 14. |
| 3:50 |
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Yeah!
Aye Em you ready? Herk, you got them thangs nigga? You know Detroit City [Chorus] There they go Those D-Town boys, carry the calico Whenever there's war, you gots to know Them boys got toys, tear down the front do' Detroit make noise everywhere that we go There they go, there they go You are not convincin' When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchman Niggas get popped for instance Infrared dot for distance Get knocked by the cops, cop on some pension Straight detention, a nigga doin' tension Once released, he on that music business Been viewin' 106 in them cafeterias Only to find that raps actually serious Deliriously so its back to crack and vigilance Same shit to send them up in Michigan Us is pimpin', a difference from any city I've visited Its that Detroit spirit and if we in it Ballin' out to the end, period Use O' as the reference to that sentence The message I'm sendin', you best just pay attention [Chorus] If you don't like how I act then blow me I don't really give a shit, I represent the real cats who know me Man what's up with that scratch you owe me Now run my chips before we fall out like Shaq and Kobe Big Herk on a track with Obie When you come to the D, its cut throat, better be packin' homie And niggas get they shit split for actin' phony We're known for the glocks and the choppers These niggas will rob you, leave you standin' in ya socks and ya boxers We got real g's and lots of imposters I smoke the real trees, see I cop from the rosters Y'all niggas ain't impress me yet Y'all yappin', not rappin', turn that shit off and press eject See we known for the car shows, runnin' from the narcos Keep them bottles comin', we gon' pop 'em till the bar close [Chorus] Meat cleaver, leave a gash in a bitches ass She had dreams of being an R&B singer Diva, leave her face cut up from the waist Of me, what a waste of a pretty face And this place ain't just safe, its just straight gangster It ain't just New York or LA that bangs no more There's Latin crown kings here, Southside folk Eastside them gangs and nothin' but gang lands and Spray paint cans and when that van rolls up, man they ain't glancin' That window rolls down and that trey .8's dancin' And them shooters don't miss homie, man they hate chancin' Its straight for the dome and its vacate fast and Get the fuck outta dodge 'fore that blue dodge flashin' Red and blue lights, no ambulance you got flattened And this was not supposed to be no Detroit anthem But just so you know if you see them D-Boyz passin' [Chorus] |
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| 15. |
| 4:09 |
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Hey, hey
<i>[Chorus: Trey Songz]</i> Now when my mama done seen me cry (me cry) It's my liiiiife I'll be thuggin 'til the day I die (I die) It's my liiiiife You niggaz don't know me (ohh-ohh) You can't slow me down (oh-ohhh) You can't hold me, and so I'ma keep rollin rollin rollin rollin, goin on strong! <i>[Obie Trice]</i> They say "Why you so defensive?" I take that offensive Comin from the shit that I lived in You wouldn't understand him unless you eyewitness Chillin on the block where vacant lots are given Women and children missin, men in the picture Cause niggaz hit up sittin down and some sinner Get a kite with a flick of a chick he once hit up Ridiculous but that's us niggaz On the corner from dusk 'til dawn 'til that shit Whites brought to America's gone Be a Good Samaritan, my heritage was did wrong So all that sufferin that's just prolonged Long as you're knowin that that strong-arm robbery was brought on from this society deprivin me This brings violence if you're not survivin my environment Don't expect ya to be drivin in <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Obie Trice]</i> Mama worked 37 years in the plant 34 days she missed, that's where I get my grind at Her lil' nigga, see her as father figure Even though she got hips and tend to bitch up Show me how to maneuver snakes, false niggaz Eleanor Trice, one real sister Raised her kids up to be go-getters Now a nigga living room big as a Amphitheater Get the theater nigga, I'm from the hood So at times I see the mirror and tell him he doin good Keep up my spirits cause niggaz want him destroyed But that's null and void when it comes to ya boy I'm from Detroit, Shady employee I'm on a voyage tryna get more than royalties Niggaz I'm royalty That's why your bitches spoil me, O. T-R-I-C-E <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Obie Trice]</i> I got visions of makin executive decisions But this system tells me to be realistic You can't do shit with C's and D's I could do the work, I'm just interested in makin cheese So your schools can't control these G's He got his own rules and do whatever he please At ease to my soldiers that's feelin Obie Long as I know my 1-2-3's I'm flippin O-Z's A nigga can count like an accountant Only difference is it ain't checks that'll be bouncin It's pow-der, peep what he's pronouncin Now he lives next to the teacher that denounced him Doubted him, now look at the child's outcome Duece album got him speakin highly in volume I assume I'm valuable, they throwin in the towel Bow whenever they see him roll in that Diablo <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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| 3:18 |
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What you got? what you want? what you like? what you need?
Who you with? I don't give a shit, you come leave here with me What's my name? You know that, what's yours? Never mind Girl get ya behind in my ride and let's glide on 24's I'm up in the club with a bottle of bub Got a model and I double up, and you know it's like that They wanna give a nigga the goods, wanna give the goodies up And make for a night cap, tell me what excite that With that nice ass, make a nigga say "gon' girl" Make a nigga wanna put you on chrome, take a bitch home Get it on toes curl, why don't come and hop in O's world Got the old school parked in the back where the gats at Where the yack's at, access, got 'em on the way to the mattress Pass that, toting hey in the vehicle, two broads with no bras No draw's, no flaws, nope no law, I dips out in the car like what? [Chorus] Got a gang of bitches, getting them riches, sitting on 24's Living that life those, that chrome always rolling different from yours Slow ya role, you know them po po love to get a nigga in a Chevrolet fo' do' But I get so low, so low low, so low on them ho's Dipping through the hood on them thangs with a full tank Gotta pull rank, with my hand on that 45, fuck what a fool think Try to take a nigga life when the night come, I'm a light some up like a flare gun Nine millimeter bare bellum, holding a melon, nigga at the right one Now a niggaz on the right hunt, got a nice type honey and we into seeing ice and Bitches wanna get the right come, Trice is the type that lay pipe like python Parallel to a pipe line, carousel kinda clockwise, switch 'em in and outta my ride Get you for them inches I got, hop in the 350 block, let's roll [Chorus] Hop in the tre-nickle-o-six-four, AC blow, you be nice and cold Ice on my neck like zero below, she zero in on O, nigga froze a ho Pedal to the medal, we off to the mo', bitch get sentimental, fuck the ho Got an issue, he ain't gon' miss you, gotta shit slew of bitches, wishing to fit ya shoes Ridiculous how I give 'em exit wounds, disrespect, singing an O sex tune That's a bet, better yet, Dev is next, get her in the bed and her head is Pez Best believe that I'm wearing the dress, panties wet, got her in the fanny yep Fuck it at the rest stop, getting head in the candy Lac on camera Parked in a motherfuckin' handicap [Chorus: x2] |
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| 17. |
| 3:41 |
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Yeah
Ride wit me Come ride wit Trice, man I brought my man wit me Curtis Interscope Jack (ha ha) Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif' (Yeah) Holla at 'em [Chorus] Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why be, homie Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why be, homie They say Obie Trice gone, look at em Back then I was Mike Jones, who would even look at 'em? Now I recite songs with icons, see I come from convicts and crumbs My nigga, listen, it's transition shows his ambitions Nuttin' less then the man getting off his ass and vanishing Into the world of ass kissing, witness him with Ashton Kutcher Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures Went from rags to riches to getting ass from bitches It's hard to grasp the situation at hand When you used to have to ask for digits Now they pass em to you like easy fast for tickets Classic isn't it? Coming from a past with a casket Dips from beneath the grass, so you're cremated to ashes Nigga, created from the crap, this is past fictitious Fif, tell em how we was when we last wen' visit [Chorus] And now the spotlight's on Trice But back when the spot life was Trice I always kept beside a spot for a mic, despite Wrongs and rights, I would write after I slung white To homes on the pipe, I had a notion I would be bi-costal But being across the ocean is la vida loca And vada loco, I'm in Janayo Konecheewa in Tokyo, it's sushi with eel I got a taste for that pompies chopping up in Brazil Drinking the finest wines in France on the hill Now how real is he to come from where we get killed To having all his dreams fulfilled, look out I got fantasies of being in Italy where the women be Offering me the cooch-o, eating on arsobuco Awesome, I know, so often, we just reach the coffin And never get to see what the world's offering [Chorus] Yeah Things change man You know, get a chance to travel See the world and you start to look at things a lil different You ain't bullshitting Cause I ain't never thought I'd see it out the hood Heh, look at a nigga now |
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| 18. |
| 3:56 |
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[Mom] Momma's so proud of you, you did so good on that report card today baby
I'mma let you pick out whatever you want [Obie] Ma, I can get any shoes I want? [Mom] That's right, today is your day Momma don't have much, but I'll spend it all on you today [Obie] Okay, I want these. Ah man, I'mma look fresh when I go to school Such a beautiful thing, being embraced by a woman that's a queen With big dreams for the younger sibling O couldn't do no wrong According to report cards Obie brought home They say good in spelling Spelling bee's always excelling Which was so overwhelming that Momma took him shopping Copped him the new Jay's Swear to God homie this was Obie's cool days BMX'ing up the block with the tennant living next to him Shooting hopes, who got hops? Worthy, when he pop a jump shot No worries, just a pocket full of sugar or whatnot Hit the candy house on the block It was pickle in them spot Then things turn around when Obie'll lay down Hear the sounds of fire rounds surrounded em Astounded him, the volume of the blast had me so interested Momma falling with cash, she can't get a nigga in this bitch They wanna hit the ass, nigga start ditching class Dad ain't around, he left a nigga Sagging in them Superman drawers that one Saturday Is it my fault, shit got dark? Mom and I fall apart, relationship taunts, bad talk ""Can't stand you, looking like ya Daddy with that same walk"" {Muthafucka you - } Now a niggas out in the streets Two nickle plated thirty-eights on me Can't stay away from beef Scrapping with them niggas from the other side Sipping Saint Ives rocking old school flannels Old school niggas see that I'm an animal Front me at 16, see how my roll handle Now I'm up the O's but wait on the affy Cuz here come my muthafuckin baby, cool Had to slow my role Plus my P.O. got a nigga pissing in a bowl Hold my temperment cuz I see such innocence When I'm looking in Kobe's pupils Despite all the dope I sold I had to change my road I just might be able to grow old Older brother said, ""Yo O I'mma quit my job so we can chase our goals I'll be manager-a-go, you can rap I suppose"" That's what we did, I still flipped a little bit Saved up my chips and put it into music ""Well Known Asshole"" a underground hit Still scrambling, looking like shit Baby momma think I'm smoking more then a spliff Think a blessing came from the man who invented my gift When Eminem said ""let me hear you spit"" Wrote my signature, now Shady Obie represents Hit em with the D12 skit Can exhale now I see my Mom's ain't pissed She hit em with a smile cuz Obie became focused From independent out the trunk like them dope kids To platinum plaques, world tours, getting noticed An inappropriate soldier became so ferocious In this Hip-Hop culture that I long for The roller coaster O was on so young Took a turn right into his song That's right, from after school fights To pushing white, to pursuing his career heights One mic's, all I need involved with beats I'mma be the streets to Jesus, cars on me And that'll be the day you applaud and see The underdog gets his eventually Gotta end it though I'm all in it, there's no limits And it's so splendid Real names, no gimmics No image, just a soldier who spoke what he lived From the ribs with it, the flows vintage Obie gotta do this for real Yeah Obie Trice |
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