[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
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