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[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]<br>Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks<br>I came in the game, profane no image<br>I came in the game, with a name<br>I was given from a mayn who ain´t give a fuck about his child-ren<br>I proclaim the name though, never in vain no<br>Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn´t gain from fame<br>Copped the Range Ro´, now they want my brains on the main road<br>They don´t understand what I came for<br>How I came fo´, with a million sold<br>Who say you can´t grow from mildew and mold<br>Gettin money like Ross Perot<br>I´m often told, a coffin´s the routes I go<br>Oh that´s the road you on, oh no<br>I´m down for the rifle, tone the fo fo<br>Don´t ever try to send a nigga home, no no<br>I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco<br>Show me that your loco put holes in my photo<br>NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo<br>Just cause our thug roll solo<br>And po´ zone grown folk, be a cold negro<br>Be-low, your grieved up people<br>Be-lieve that the boy see no evil<br><br>[Chorus - Busta Rhymes]<br>OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle<br>OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible<br>OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho<br>OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho<br><br>[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]<br>I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it<br>Bright but violent, invite the violence<br>Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant<br>´Til these niggaz nights is silent<br>O. Trice from a trife environment<br>He ´Rock´s the Mic´ no sight of retirin<br>Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire thin<br>I´m in the position to hire other clients then<br>Meanwhile I´m a virus like Iverson<br>A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin<br>And the soldier´s retirin, I ain´t buyin<br>Motherfuckers actin like you denyin them<br>Who tryin a nigga, who use buyers<br>I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE<br>Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins<br>No coke<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3 - Obie Trice]<br>A derelict who inherited hustle<br>My heritage married the street struggle<br>Like a couple of a great unk´s ago (yeah)<br>So this blood streams through my nuts<br>Seems like I wasn´t in touch<br>When the teacher´s ass spoke<br>Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath<br>Sit on the bleachers and flip coke<br>The only reach you got through my dome<br>Niggaz yaffle so the gat´ll be chrome<br>Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a track and the phones (woo)<br>Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening´s that´s factual back in my home<br>This is rap, but I ain´t rappin so you clappin the zone<br>Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga)<br>This is your warnin, run up on the wrong<br>And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap]<br>O. Treezy´s gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for ´em<br>C´mon<br><br>[Chorus]
New song lyrics
[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]<br>Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks<br>I came in the game, profane no image<br>I came in the game, with a name<br>I was given from a mayn who ain´t give a fuck about his child-ren<br>I proclaim the name though, never in vain no<br>Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn´t gain from fame<br>Copped the Range Ro´, now they want my brains on the main road<br>They don´t understand what I came for<br>How I came fo´, with a million sold<br>Who say you can´t grow from mildew and mold<br>Gettin money like Ross Perot<br>I´m often told, a coffin´s the routes I go<br>Oh that´s the road you on, oh no<br>I´m down for the rifle, tone the fo fo<br>Don´t ever try to send a nigga home, no no<br>I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco<br>Show me that your loco put holes in my photo<br>NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo<br>Just cause our thug roll solo<br>And po´ zone grown folk, be a cold negro<br>Be-low, your grieved up people<br>Be-lieve that the boy see no evil<br><br>[Chorus - Busta Rhymes]<br>OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle<br>OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible<br>OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho<br>OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho<br><br>[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]<br>I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it<br>Bright but violent, invite the violence<br>Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant<br>´Til these niggaz nights is silent<br>O. Trice from a trife environment<br>He ´Rock´s the Mic´ no sight of retirin<br>Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire thin<br>I´m in the position to hire other clients then<br>Meanwhile I´m a virus like Iverson<br>A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin<br>And the soldier´s retirin, I ain´t buyin<br>Motherfuckers actin like you denyin them<br>Who tryin a nigga, who use buyers<br>I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE<br>Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins<br>No coke<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3 - Obie Trice]<br>A derelict who inherited hustle<br>My heritage married the street struggle<br>Like a couple of a great unk´s ago (yeah)<br>So this blood streams through my nuts<br>Seems like I wasn´t in touch<br>When the teacher´s ass spoke<br>Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath<br>Sit on the bleachers and flip coke<br>The only reach you got through my dome<br>Niggaz yaffle so the gat´ll be chrome<br>Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a track and the phones (woo)<br>Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening´s that´s factual back in my home<br>This is rap, but I ain´t rappin so you clappin the zone<br>Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga)<br>This is your warnin, run up on the wrong<br>And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap]<br>O. Treezy´s gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for ´em<br>C´mon<br><br>[Chorus]
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