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Hey yo I'm focused
it's the locust O Trice is holdin the soldiers the prognosis Probably why I rose from zero to hope Cause I was wide eyed and open nosed on my approach nigga Hold the toast you provoke 44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I roll Yes I hold my own Swifty think you be boast clone I'm aimin Watch'em switchin to Damons And next Friday I can bet you's a changed man When them thangs in hands it's not a game man I ghost ya I bring ya much closer to Jehovah Definition of a soldier I told ya I hold the toast when I approach It's close at all times by my side in the holster O ster roast ya make me blow my composure Pop it's all over when the fo fo blows and goes gunshot When I'm up in the club And these niggaz they wanna act tough Til they get plugged Watch them bullets go Now you touched from a slug Huggin the streets like you in love Your heart race like The ambulance arrive They rush you to the spinner flyin by my ride Engine like homie you just died Your family through cryin I pulled off a crime Just as quick as lose your face in a fool's race I put my tune first nigga you was in second place And second place just means you didn't react with haste And this differentiates life where murder bein the case And since murder was the case it just means niggas erase Another black mother can't eat the food on her plate Cause she ain't got the taste of raisin you was a waste Such a short span young man sit at your wake First I'm a man second I'm five eight with size and weight Won't give a nigga the upper hand Cause when I I get a's up like Barry Sand Sit in the can you never ran like Barry Sand Obie ain't playin Obie got a plan And the plan is NOT to be layin in earth slayin I will POP before the can and earth slayin You get SHOT for playin me less than a man motherfucker When I'm up in the club And these niggaz they wanna act tough Til they get plugged Watch them bullets go Now you touched from a slug Huggin the streets like you in love Your heart race like The ambulance arrive They rush you to the spinner flyin by my ride Engine like homie you just died Your family through cryin I pulled off a crime Just as quick as get it twisted liquor make em envision that gangsterism is disrespectin a niggaz wishes Which is all the touch talk in front of bitches Yeah you fifteen deep the Desert E a give ya stitches And I can be all the bitches and hoes you wanna But I warn ya the glock could make it hot as California You be propped on the corner flesh meetin the coroner O's and quarantine cause no hoes in need is no hoes in need Niggaz take advantage til I manage to pul l that hammer out They start scatterin I'm no gangster I'm a average man but be damned if I let'em do me savage man Before that I'm strapped and will challenge him Cocked back and that gat will damage them It's not a act this is fact this is how I'm programmed This is me what I'm about this who I am motherfucker When I'm up in the club And these niggaz they wanna act tough Til they get plugged Watch them bullets go Now you touched from a slug Huggin the streets like you in love Your heart race like The ambulance arrive They rush you to the spinner flyin by my ride Engine like homie you just died Your family through cryin I pulled off a crime Just as quick as |
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| 3:35 |
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Yea... we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate.
So this ones to all my dogs who didnt make it in the struggle.. I rememeber when I was on the Ave. clutchin them dimes Gut touchin my spine, bustin my rhymes Feelin like im livin in them lost times, No sight of the future Damn right, I would shootcha, palm tight on a rooster Old in the face cuz this ho in my face Got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like "O? oh hes a bad case, he wont last, his track record will do the math" Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you listeners but this is true listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth or else i might as well give this up Feel me now, rocks to pow pow, glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my balls and notice they still here, obie is still here So Kobe, heres to you and daddys new career Chorus: Grab ya cups of *beer* put em up lets *cheer* heres a toast to all my soldiers who aint here this is it my nigga this what we boast about get your bottle homie po' some out grab ya cups of *gin* put em up lets *win* heres a toast to never lookin back again this is it my nigga this what we boast about get your bottle homie po' some out now i understand every man got a story to tell buy fuck it i got a story as well growin up it wuz niggaz either buried or jailed popped by dirty harry or popped by the cops for the (yeo?) locked in a cell, whos to blame? when i wuz raised in this hood when my crew wuz slain only a few remains. YOU talk about struggle with your bubble gum life style, nigga fuck you im here today for fam that passed away bodies deep 6 nigga flesh decayed real cats, who had techs to spray babies to raise, missed them cradles n went straight to the grave, that hood life is in me so i, sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie let me get air, im guaranteein yall feelin me straight from the block to the industry [Chorus] All my homies thats deceased, rest in peace my nigga champsky, lil green Pink (floo?) ull be home in a minute nigga forget about it, i got a chance to speak to the word nigga and i aint stoppin, straight from the (crab?) 313! |
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| 3:47 |
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WOO!Damn .. There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy I'm about to get drunkLet's hold down, sleep Where the bar at? (*crashing noise*) [Verse 1]Okay, okie dokey Obie's hereNo more focus here, bro's got a careerAnd I like your brassiere and there's a party in hereAnd I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's earShe erotic and it's hot, saw a Heineken beerPut her to the side and invite her to "Cheers"Pull up a chair, swear no dramaPrepare for a player, who workin with a MONSTER (*yelling*) I ain't got time to waste, let's vacate the placeShut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy stateConcentrate, you will find that your bound to getBut we found what's fateWe can watch two incredible mates masterbateWhy settle and waitLet's escalate to the nearest Super 8and see your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeksC'mon [Chorus] - 2XSo this is my favorite songNow sing along when the DJ throws it onAnd if I leave here tonight and I fall asleepAnd wake up, (*sound of water dropping*), hopefully she got some teeth[Verse 2]Okay holy moly derriereLook around the club booty everywhereShe caught me starinAnd my homies darin me to approach KarenShe's model material, but she got a venerealTons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cerealShe holla cause I got a lot of denerioThe DJ's playin Obie's song on the ster-eoAnd she's impaired and she wants to be headin homeWith the real thing not the dildo cloneAnd I know I don't wanna be headin homeWith some double D's full of siliconTen hoodrat chicks surround me outsideFound me outside, clown me outside'Til I flippled out and they found me outsideCussin at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!" [Chorus] [Verse 3]Okay rolie polies everywhere (*horse naying noise*) Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphereObesity's glarin and she got me fearinShe's gonna come over here and try to eat me literal (*crunching noise*)-ly, like a box of CherriosCarry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rollsI'm outta order cause I gotta big girl disorderSo better cover up that blubber or I'll split (*feet running away noise*)And I ain't got time to playLet's investigate another place todayLadies less in weight and the dress they shapeDresses pettite, no window drapes [Obie Trice - talking]Word to mother, they god damn Opera and beansGot ya Opera and jeansSeems to me a little lean cuisineWouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch [Chorus] [talking]Haha, haha, haYou gotta have teach babyIt just wouldn't look rightLook, me big lips ..You no teeth, it wouldn't workYou know what I'm sayinHaha ha, yeahI'm feelin goodShady Record manObie TriceC'mon |
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| 4. |
| 4:46 |
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[Chorus]
Hey Lady Hey Darling Hey Baby I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend if you toy with my heart fuck relationships i'll kill you bitch i'm fuckin for real you made me suffer and i suffered and you fucked me there's no maybe fall in love [End Chorus] [Obie] Baby im extra large, in magnitude in magnums the lubrication, that I use, to choose, which hole on the ho I abuse, haven em confused, cant tell who is who, when I fuck the shit outcha, then the next day, rush the shit out ya, off my 2way, you wanna cuddle with emotional, hustle up on pokano's poke ya nose in and outa obie'z zone, No, im in and out cho home, and this, in an out ya tone, I aint the nigga that settles them down, Put em in nice homes, and flossem around, I bounce them around, camcord the sex and sellem around town, How dat sound?, If I was in love witcha, now ya wanna clown, Fuck wit them clowns, till I pound on ya crown. Bust a few rounds, and da cops come N get me, Bad mouth a nigga just to convince a jury, You don't wanna it with me, you just as horny as me, You wanna nut, nuttin but what cho be. [Eminem] I'm internationally known maybe but actually there are few people who know how i am naturally all you know is that i can act irrationally when you shuv a puppet up in my face on national tv so they label me this crazed luny rap bully but truthfully that aint the truth and if you believe in that shit then you'll believe anything's true and you're too stupid to ever get to know me personally but personally that actually works for me cause the last thing that i need's a string attached to me i'm a bachelor bitch and i aint in no fast fury to run out and find a new mrs. mathers cause see technically me and kim aint back fully but we do still make booty calls occasionally but be damned if i'd end up back in that pattern where we end up back at that goddamn tavern and havin another deja vu-ry seein security pass my pussy around like it's ja-rule's jewelry i got news for you bitch your new curfew's early you aint home by 2:30 You Hurry. [Chorus] [Obie] See looking at the life, you looking at the lights, You looking at the ice, you aint looking at the trice, You should look at some advice, what I say aint nice, Despite the fact you think you're the feisty type, O love the fight, I luv the drama, luv when my bitch, get to cusing out yalanda. Find an open condom on the counter, Swingin her weeve, cant breathe, like I cant beleive, Least I aint deceive, and try mislead, and sell a dream to just getcha on my team, I came clean to keep down the beef, Keep down my reach, you can keep all ya teeth. [Eminem] What we do under the covers should stay between the covers and the two of us and we aint gotta be news coverage on the front page cover of US (weekly) as new lovers this is when the bitch get to showwin the true colors cause the truth of it everything that i do's public and you'd love it if you could run and tell all your friends guess who you just screwed assume just me and you'd done it and save the used cover to show em the proof of it but guess it's do unto others as you would have em do unto you but you better be careful of who you're doin unto cause you never know when the shoe could end up on the other foot and it backfires at you cause you would think you'd want it and you would me til you get me and you got me and you're fucked cause you'll be stuck with me for the rest of your life cause if i get attached to you we'll be joined at the hip i'll be so latched to you you'll be walkin out the house when i run up and tackle you chain your ass up to the bed and shackle you you don't think you're leavin this house in that do you not til i brand my name in your ass and tattoo you have you walkin out this bitch in turtle neck sweaters, scarves and full leathers in 90 degree weather front on me never cause we gon' be together forever right bitch? RIGHT BITCH?? [Chorus] |
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| 5:11 |
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Don't come down things will always wake up
Don't come down things will always wake up Don't come down things will always wake up So when you find yourself in peices As a child i was fowl (uh) Ma, I couldn't understand them things that came out ya mouth (daddys ain't shit) You would cuss, fuss till your blood pressure went up, then give up and slouch on the couch and drink ya liqor (fuck you dog) A hard headed nigga I was quick temper short attention span not attending class (no) what a dummy I would run over you honey You confront me and say Obie you no longer have a mommy Don't use my phone don't even eat my food Matter a fact, Dont speak It was just me and you in that house with that mouse and them traps and they gat, waitin on the day when you gon pull the trigger back [Chorus] Don't come down things will always wake up (Im sorry) Don't come down things will always wake up (I messed up) Don't come down things will always wake up (Did wrong) So when you find yourself in peices You tryin to kill me boy (no) Is that what you wanna do, kill me? You wanna kill me (kill me) Your not feelin me the beepers not that drastic Its the B blasted, bastard Your lyin (your lyin) You took plastic freezer bags with dope inside of em She knew, damn but she hated that it was true I done raised two boys I can do away with you The locks changed and the nights got colder Im slinging bolders lookin like the bolda tolka Fuck it im the osta Im down for mounds ride by my corner Like Im not gone cry (no) Not reek the pain of watchin my youngest man (no no no) On the corners slangin cane Im callin the cops [chorus x2] Ma even though I left the house alone I was seventeen years old on my own using these streets as my home (yea) Theres no reason to prolong this beef (yea i love you) Ms. Eleanor Trice I place no one above you You the reason when I hustled I knew the stack The reason when I opened up t mics i knew to rip (rip dat) The ethnics you instilled on this hectic young brother Rubbed off after all Now look at ya boy (Look) When they ask about me now you aint gon just put ya head down ma Straighten up ma you can smile now, proud Everythings kosher with the boshterous oysta Lets get closer The regrets never opposed us [chorus x2] |
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| 7. |
| 4:10 |
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He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G" Said she want to roll and get to know Obie Claming that she love everything that he do, heeeey He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G" Said she want to roll, and get to know Obie Claming that she love, everything that he do, hey, hey [Verse 1 - Obie Trice] Yes it's O. Trice, I done jumped outta heights Writing to the microphone life, yeah this is right This is less stringuest niggaz, this is tight This is more dividends niggaz, get it right Stomping like Timberlands niggaz, a pair of Nikes But this is more Timbaland nigga and Obie Trice The combination is invading stations, air waves And rest haven on your listeners membranes (woo!) I done payed some change, I got Timbo This is not a brainy thang, yo this is simple Get your ass up and dance, to the tempo Exchange your stiff frame, with that of a more limbo Grab shorty sippin' on that Shirley Temple With that ass hanging out, and pinch her on that pimple On her ass hanging out, nigga advance This a world of a night, better start with the pants [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Obie Trice] Yeah, let's keep this shit in motion (motion) Cause we gon hang out 'til we hung over then I.V. Profin Adios when (os when) I fucked them thighs, who influenced with the game that was spoken I'ma make sure she open (open) Mnage-a-trois in these's days and times got my shit growing And she's hoein' (hoein') And I'm ignoring' the lies she throwing', how she won't perform? I feed her a blunt throw on the "Quiet Storm" She repeatedly cum, insistently all morn' And she needed cause fu |
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| 4:52 |
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What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? Will you be as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? I said What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? And show us you're as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? [Verse 1 Dr. Dre] Niggaz is so gangsta, Niggaz is thugs Niggaz'll spend their whole life peddlin drugs Slanging dope in hopes of one day bein able To own their own label and give the game up Some niggaz came up, some just didn't That's just the way it is, if it ain't meant it, it just isn't Some niggaz'll get money and pay niggaz to back em So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough And that's as backwards, cuz them niggaz just gone keep coming back And that's when extortion happens You struggle to get free, I know how this shit be You deal with anything to live legitimately But you gone find if you do get in this industry It's best to be business with me than against me Niggaz get behind mics and ain't even MC's Niggaz get on MTV just to diss me This shit don't even piss me off I'm laughin all the way to the bank Watchin the satellite from a Bentley You niggaz don't even got a car You're so far under my radar I don't even know who the fuck you are To tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissin I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin The media just feeds into these feuds Tryin to add fuel to the fire. This little nigga, Ja Rule Talking bout h |
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| 3:56 |
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[Intro - Obie talking]
Yeah! [echo], uh Let ya'll niggaz know me Yeah, WOO! [Verse 1] Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered Big lips, popped out placenta Momma ain't breastfeed, had no pop neither Pop leaves shit but a name - Obie Elementary homie that's how it started In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart Fuck niggaz, claimin they hard, a nigga come home touched My motherfuckin momma bangin me harder "Nigga take your ass out their and fight for tomorrow" That's what she told me, "little punk, blame that on your father" So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick Split a motherfucker's shit for tryin to fuck with the kid Get a little older, hair on my dick, now I'm curious Niggaz on the corner gettin money rockin jewelry Allowance, nigga that ain't man shit Cowards, nigga that ain't man shit I had to prove to myself How these niggaz same age as me calculatin this wealth So I got me a clique and niggaz what? Workin one sixteenth, like "nigga we can clean up" [Chorus - 2X] Follow my life, homie from start 'til now Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down And Lord knows all this shit that I done put her through I speak through her straight to you, motherfuckers [Skit - Obie talking] Two for one, here, here take this, two for one Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you fuck with [Verse 2] Summer '94, I'm gettin a little dough Taller than my momma, so I'm listenin to her nose I'm listenin to them hoes scream "O!" And I'm listenin to them O's go CHOP! P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the block, summertime I call her auntie, she cop three at a time Throw a extra bump bringin cline I'm so involved with the grind, I'm losin my mind Fuck a steady job, I'm tryin I steady mob, I'm dyin in this game, I ain't lyin Sellin so much coke forgettin it's a crime Flyin down I-75, pocket full of dimes Give a fuck about the radar on me [police sirens] Bumpin Big or Pac, yo nigga who tryin me? [Skit - Notorious B.I.G.'s +Big Poppa+ plays in background] [Cop] - Get off the god damn truck! [Obie Trice] - Fuck you, yo I ain't did shit [Cop] - Put your fucking hands in the air! [Obie Trice] - Bitch! [Chorus - 2X] [Outro - Obie talking (echo)] Yeah, all my of life Only my momma know Obie .. Obie Trice .. Shady and it's crazy, motherfuckers |
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| 5:29 |
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Chorus:] Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to You can run your mouth, I don't care But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day (Obie Trice...go!) [Obie Trice] Niggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna look Like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and Let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn niggaz' moms Shoot up clubs and destroy niggaz' vibes Everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggaz, we leave early, cock back surely Open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z Ho's in animal skirts get mirked Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard Trust in "God"? It's 'cause you're about to catch a bullet scar I give a fuck where you from, who you be with Keep this a secret, right by the nuts A 4-5 that'll light niggaz up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck [Chorus:] Niggas Know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day [Lloyd Banks] But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks Poverty will make your ass bet My words Touch niggaz in jail make them wanna finish their last set They say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun If that's the case, then get a bigger one You don't think I'm packed to pump cause I'm out of the hood That's a stereotype like everybody that's black can jump I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done Cop rings like Mike, Bird, Magic and them Out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from Living lavish, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come I'm the clouds, you don't see me in the train I travel first class, you ain't even got a TV on your plane You should be easy on my name, cause I ain't going back and forth Your boss and your captain's soft (Bitch) [Chorus:] Niggas Know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day [Eminem] Cause we gonna bring it to anybody who want it You want it? you gon' get it Name 'em we gon' hit em, chew em up and spit em out [HRRK-PTT] Too much venom, and if you roll with 'em We gonna fuck you up with 'em I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose My shoes will explode, soon as you go to step in 'em (BOOM) You know how we do it, when we do, how we do it, when we come through G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie, we all move like assassins Ski masks and glove: Consider this as a warning Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs But we are fizast, fuck your little bitch ass up We are not killers; my vato will have you shot though Drag through the barrio and fucked like Kim Osario Little sorry hoe ass, go ask B Real We burn source covers like fuckin Cypress Hill Did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still Shady Records, "you better believe the hype is real" This is no joke, I don't smoke But I toke enough second hand to make my fuckin "P.O." choke I'm an OG; you fuckin with a GI Joe Bia Bia, mia meo a Vida loc I'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me When I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people At San Ysidro Ranch, huddled up next to her With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs You ever had your cap peeled back, or your shit pushed in? I put my blade in you like a fucking pin cushion Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and indo I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog Nobody told you that I'm loco, esse? I lack every sane chemical in my membrane I'm Slim Sha..."D" in the "Dy" is for "deez nuts" And you can get each one for free so feast up I pee in a cup for three months; I'm having an E party for Easter, please come [50 Cent] We gonna bring it to anybody who want it You want it? you gon' get it You name 'em, we gon' hit em, chew 'em up and spit em out Too much venom and if you role with 'em We gonna fuck you up with 'em You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest I got a 12 gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest Fear me like you fear God cause I bring death Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle I'm the strongest around you know how I get down I watch gangster flicks and root for the bad guy And turn it off before the end cause the bad guy die If you trying to buy guns, I'm the nigga to look to So what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new You can raise your voice like you fiendin' to touch something When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fiendin' to cut something See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie If the bitch think I love her, then the bitch don't know me Ha-ha, Sorry Kim, ha-ha) oh, sorry..oh) [Chorus: x1] Niggas Know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care But if you get too close I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day |
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Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece Fresh up out your momma's mouth So when she spit's you know how I "cum" You know what I mean, haha We release the Dogg Hour Where we give a shout out to my School Craft Playaz Detroit's in the house, live at Roll-in-Wills Obie Trice baby, check it out... [Verse - Obie Trice] I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share at work I'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf Did it big with clever workers who hid the crack In the back bottled up in that Gerbert glass For what it's worth, I ain't told to have I'm just rambling, y'all dick handling Telling my past and you don't know me Niggaz the name's Obie, I'm bout to expose these motherfuckas [Chorus - Kon Artist] When I was down you had a lot to say You should mind your business and walk away Talk about them trying to find a way To spread yo shit 'round town I ain't really got time for you With all that ignorant shit you do Niggaz need money and I do too That's why I ain't fucking with you [Verse - Obie Trice] I wonder would he pass for passer If a massive ass kick's inflected It can happen that quick, when spitting shit Rapidly laying down your fag ass click From running your lips like a bitch All I know is something it gotta give Niggaz I gotta live, it's not a poragative Don't speak on The Kid Lid your speech or rid ya in the streets It's so optional, but I will be logical Cause when I lodge at you, it's not hospital Operating poppin' them hot slugs outta your abdominal Now your momma got a funeral attendin Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen-a |
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| 4:50 |
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| 5:13 |
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Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Baby im feeling the feelings you givin', Im feelin your style N' im willing to let my guard down to figure u out Im picturin your figure in a swimsuit whilin Somewhere in the carribean islands Cuz the vibe you giving me now Feels like im a innocent child A sinner whose never tempted when other womens around Hands down this is my vow I never heard a moan sound so profound wen a niggas diggin u out the phone ring u cuss them motherfuckers out quit calling the house if i call u and rout its a drout u look out im on ??? u put the palm of ur hand on my head and squeeze please believe i aint scared of commitment fuck head from them bitches wen u could do the same but that respect is givin our intimacy is significantly different [Chorus - Eminem] you gon' ride for me then im gon ride for u if u put ur mouth on me imma put my mouth on u together there aint nothing we cant do any problem we can see it through baby if you promise to be true i will never put my hands on u come on and think about it [Verse 2 - Obie Trice] We aint gotta talk wen we see eachother We got it all chummed out wen we see eachother under them covers You my lover, im your friend, im your man, but im sayin Who needs a label, we roll hand in hand visions of u havin my little man we joke, u call me george foreman cuz im namin him o numba fo', me im three cuss the ol' g like the personality she ses not to be im in the bathroom wen you pee she in the bathroom too wen a nigga doo-doo, u my boo-boo theres nothing in this world a nigga wouldnt do to satisfy dis my bitch that ride my bitch wit the pistol in the ride a nigga act up, she bustin, she aint got to decide, no discussion she put a slug in a tough niggas muffin, u fucken wit her husband [Chorus - Eminem] [Verse 3 - Obie Trice] Come and think about it You got a ring about it Nothing could ever come between or intervine our bondage Drama, we overcome it if we out numbered i promise itll be us against a hundred rushing to ur side wen u vomit eating pickles and peanutbutter 8 months later obie rubbin ur stomach payin homage to ur momma for raisin a girl proper enuf to call o her baby father u aint gotta bother bout a deal, i swear i keep it real Raise young o(?) and cook a decent meal its signed and sealed, u the only female hail, my one and only pal come to get me outta jail post bail and post up for sale our home(?) i swear we will always live well long as i got my bombshell from the hood to the hills who gon' stop up, nobody, we's that deal [Chorus - Eminem] [Verse 4 - Eminem] if u gon' stand by me then im gon' stand by u if u promise ull be true then ill never put my hands on u dont u play me for no fool cuz if i put my mouth on u after u put ur mouth on someone else better find someone else new come on and think about it |
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[Skit] [Woman #1:] I know that ain't my homie over there [Obie:] Keep sendin pages to the motherfucker [Woman w/ Obie:] Well [Woman #1:] Obie! [Woman w/ Obie:] Is somebody calling you? [Obie:] Nah, nah [Woman #1:] Obie! One ball [Obie:] All I'm sayin is I don't even know the situation . [Woman w/ Obie:] You know her? [Obie:] No, uh uh, I don't know that bitch [Woman #1:] Obie don't act like you can't see me [Woman w/ Obie:] Well she's calling your name [Woman #1:] Turn around and look at me [Obie:] Oh shit, Candice this is Sheneneh [Woman #1:] Who is this bitch? [smack, crashing noises] [Obie:] What the fuck! Security! Security! [Woman #1:] Let me go! [Security:] Come on ma'am [Woman #1:] Tanisha get my purse [Obie:] Get her outta here [Woman #1:] Get my purse! [Obie:] Get her the fuck outta here! [Security:] Yo, get to her man, need some help with this bitch [Obie:] Get that bitch outta here man [Woman #1:] Obie! Obie! You know I'm having your babies [Woman #1:] They twins, one look just like you, let me go! [Woman #1:] And one of them look like your brother, ok let me go! [Verse 1] My hoodrat's fatal, they not stable I could be at a dinner table with 'Union Gabrielle', fine as hell, pierce in the naval Look at my rat like she act brand new "Hey boo, how are you?" Yeah, cool, now tally-o your ass back across the room You see me with Pocahontas I ain't tryin to be honorary but honestly I ain't tryin be bothered You got a brain, define honors in college You'd rather define how your knowledge in chronic I'm tryin step my game up a notch bitch Your aim the cock block on my plot bitch She hot and your not, so stop bitch Quit blowin up my motherfuckin spot, shit [Chorus] How could you be here? Why don't you leave here I ain't tryin to see you everytime at my show I got a piece here, you ain't gotta speak there You know how we get down on the low Your playin me cheap here Tonight I don't drink beer I got a bottle, so it's time for you to go You's the freak here, you don't know me here She's a model, you my late night ho [Verse 2] They chase me (Obie, Obie), when they see me in the club With a lot alike Stacey Dash, they gettin mad Then they wanna brag and say "already had 'em He ain't shit cause he rap for Mr. Mathers (girl) Plus 50 Cent's like ten times badder (girl) D-12 shouldn't of had him on they album" (girl) That's what I get just for stabbin them hoes They nag, when I pose with a chick with nice toes Ya'll knew O before for new hoes, but since it's a new ho Just act like you never knew O, boo We still crew, we just the same (uh huh) Just not tonight, you don't know my name (you don't know me) [Chorus] [Verse 3] Hey yo fellas, never get timid when the chicken is interferin When your chillin with a chick, who a ten (damn) Let her know the situation at hand (uh huh) And tell the bitch go play with her friends (BITCH) This is for the model that your chillin with, hoodrats is often awful My advice keep your mouth on muffle Feistiness give 'em the right to snuff you, and you too pretty to scuffle This is for the rats, go on with that (go on) Quit actin like you smokin that crack Cause he pokin that chick, you ain't ownin on shit Ain't no rings on that finger And every nigga in the hood ain't triple teamed her [Chorus] [Obie Trice - talking] That's right, ha, you see me at the club with a, with a look-alike Halle motherfucker Look alike, look a, look alike Alicia Keys Haha, you don't know me Don't say shit, you know who I'm talking to All my hoodrat bitches Neneh, Aqua and Trip Entanetta Haha, all ya'll I'm straight, Obie Trice |
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[Verse 1 - Obie Trice] Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game, with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his child-ren I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from fame Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the main road They don't understand what I came for How I came fo', with a million sold Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold Gettin money like Ross Perot I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go Oh that's the road you on, oh no I'm down for the rifle, tone the fo fo Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco Show me that your loco put holes in my photo NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo Just cause our thug roll solo And po' zone grown folk, be a cold negro Be-low, your grieved up people Be-lieve that the boy see no evil [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho [Verse 2 - Obie Trice] I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it Bright but violent, invite the violence Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant 'Til these niggaz nights is silent O. Trice from a trife environment He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of retirin Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire thin I'm in the position to hire other clients then Meanwhile I'm a virus like Iverson A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin And the soldier's retirin, I ain't buyin Motherfuckers actin like you denyin them Who tryin a nigga, who use buyers I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins No coke [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Obie Trice] A derelict who inherited hustle My heritage married the street struggle Like a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah) So this blood streams through my nuts Seems like I wasn't in touch When the teacher's ass spoke Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath Sit on the bleachers and flip coke The only reach you got through my dome Niggaz yaffle so the gat'll be chrome Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a track and the phones (woo) Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening's that's factual back in my home This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you clappin the zone Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga) This is your warnin, run up on the wrong And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap] O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for 'em C'mon [Chorus] |
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| 4:28 |
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[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Yes I understand I done came a long way From huggin them corners to appearin on TV From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me To makin 'em hits, like this shit's easy But it's not, it's a whole lot of bullshit involved And truthfully, I'd rather be bullshittin with ya'll But I gotta chase the donuts, cocoa's growin And it's like "oh shit, she was just born" And now she knowin every song on the radio (radio) If I hear another Bow Wow quotable ([laughing], oh no) Grown as ever (yeah), school craft for ever (yeah) Recognize real when I stare at ya My niggaz I'm a hold ya down Even when I'm not around, I'm just gone for now I'll be back in a while (I'll be back in a while) Back in a while, yes (said I'll be back in a while) Back in a while, yes [Chorus #1 - Obie Trice (Male Voice)] My niggaz Koon, and G never forget ya (I will never forget ya) John Doe, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Jo Jo, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) P-Funk, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya) Terry T., I will never forget ya (never forget ya) My man B, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Strafmoore, Obie will never forget ya (never forget ya) Lauda, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya) [Verse 2 - Obie Trice] This is dedicated to my chick friends Never stuck in my dick in friends Just my down ass bitches, you know who you is Like you know how to get a sucker motherfucker's riches Ya'll ain't shit And when I touch back home, nigga find me a bitch With a fat ass, and no I ain't dyin a trick That's asinine, I'm on the grind And I'm tryin to get rich All this a mine so ya'll got some, get your wigs did My ridettes from east to west (yes) North to south, stab a bitch for runnin her mouth (ha) Five rugrats, big gun in the house You run up in you get stretched up out (without a doubt) without a doubt (it's vicious), it's vicious Oh oh, this go out to all my tataliciouses (woo yeah) Yeah (yeah), that's what I'm talkin about, uh hum [Chorus #2 - Obie Trice (Male voice)] Big homie Creda baby, never forget ya (I will never forget ya) Little Meeko, never forget ya (never forget ya) My sister Zata, never forget ya (never forget ya) Nikki, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Nigga Cat, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya) Jim Brown, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Young Bratty, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya) Keena Johnson, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) [Verse 3 - Obie Trice] And now that the album is sold (uh huh),the story unfolds Cause I'm probably asleep on your living room flo' (sleep) Whether gold or plat, O. Trice always knows to go back (yeah) pass the Carnac (pass that shit), crash the Cadillac Nigga ain't shit changed (uh), just a lot a change (uh huh) a whole lot a brain (yep, brain), a whole lot a dates (dates) a whole lot a thang (and a whole lot a thangs) But hey I'm from the D, I got a whole lot a game (got a whole lot a game) And I promise, I'm as thorough as you made me Detroit living, I'm in thoroughly with Shady (ohh yeah) I make moves 'til them fools come engrave me They crazy, the pistol was cocked, he won't play me YEAH! [Chorus #3 - Obie Trice (Male voice)] Rest in peace my nigga Lou Green, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Little Randy, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Keith, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Shawn Stringer, I will never forget ya (never forget ya) Little Randy, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya) My nigga Shan, never forget ya (never forget ya) All my niggaz that's gone, never forget ya (never forget ya) I love ya'll, it's on never forget ya (never forget ya) [Obie Trice - talking (Male voice)] Yeah! .. yeah Shady baby! haha Detroit motherfuckers (313 baby) That's right, we in here Know what I mean (never forget ya) I've been seein the struggle my nigga [harmonizing] I'm rest to go, rest to go, haha [never forget ya - repeats] I'm rest to go The color ain't purple, the color is green And lets get this money Hop-o, haha, yeah Momma, right here |
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[gun cocked back]
[Eminem] Nah, we ain't goin [echo] I love bein hated, it great it Let's me know that I made it I wouldn't have it no other way I wouldn't trade it for the world Only let's me know that I'm loved By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you And as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we keep fuckin you up And keep pullin the rug from up under you And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin So much there ain't nothin that we love more than +Pullin Your Skirts Up+ And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder What's up with them fuckin one dough a man under-els Do unto others of you will have done under you So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks] You will ask youself, how come your mans Didn't enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we can't This is past any irrationalization We have captured national media attention Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin Soon as we enter the '106th & Park' building Someone's gonna get killed and I swear to God If someone so much as even touches one of my people I'll put a million on his head And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it But I'd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit And it ain't because I'm a bitch It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm with I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't send my soldiers to war I'm right there in the middle of the shit with 'em, so when I do get 'em Orders to storm your headquarters, you'll be fuckin with a .. [Swifty McVay] Fuckin with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it ain't even that deep I got heat that'll sweep a niggaz street [explosion] See I wouldn't fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya I'll be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda" Without a failure, there's gonna be hell to tell the Captain that a bassett hound couldn't even smell ya Body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch You get bombed like Lebanon [explosion] with my own tactic I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids [Obie Trice] Motherfucker, I'll handle you We can have it out on any Avenue A +Average Man+ flipped into an animal Shoot out your mandibles Cannons and ammunition, reload with precision Nigga know the mechanicals Break the pistol down, you should see them handles The street taught the child, no read up manuals Push your crack vows, young Nino Brown Chasin green is the dream, when your young and brown Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now A 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and they all get down Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours When revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot], c'mon) [Kuniva] While your punchin and tacklin punks I'm handlin chumps, packin a pump That's longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks] On the streets I'm a beast, I feast upon the weak So speak beef, I'll shot you and scream "increase the peace" A monster, pistol packin pushin niggaz off they Hondas Starve ya, get it crackin, yankin bitches for they ganja Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mama beat me enough When she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the keys to the truck Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck Or in the streets takin a nap, bleedin and Lugged up +Who Want What+ like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep Then fuck it, it will be ten sleepin [gunshots] [Proof] Know much about my a land ski Don't tustle with my hand speed Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed We ferocious, toast no holsters Approach us, throw heat straight from the soldiers (c'mon, [gunshot]) We the soldiers, ya'll the youngsters (ha) Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster [gunshot] Upstairs the Munsters, hand full of drama You scared of the drama, bomber the monster [gun cocks, boof] I'm back nigga (woof), I reappear Shoot like [gunshot], homie steer clear Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish We murkers with no purpose other than practice [Bizarre] There's three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin wife beaters A gat that describes my life I don't even know who song this is [Obie Trice] Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip hop At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing] This Ja Rule beef I ain't gettin in I'll meet an are & be |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-12-31
Subject : Obie Trice - Cheers (Interscope,2003)
