MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
obie trice - 1x1
[Verse 1 - J-Hill]
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch for real
Roll wit a couple niggaz, like Dave Seville
Cause niggaz-a, clean you out, like a golden seal
Put ya hands up, gimme ya scrill, what
[Obie Trice]
(Two by two) Ya bucket is clean, you ride mean
Pull up at the light on them gees (Proof: Gimme that!)
Them crab niggaz, wanna jingle ya keys
What chu bout to do, bleed (3-1-3)
[Proof]
Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run you
But a gun to ya kids, art of war, sun sue
In the jungle, stay humble, stumble and fumble
Til death inside'll rumble (Four by four)
[J-Hill]
Rule four, better get this down
Before niggaz go beef, better have that four pound
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo ass up outta town, dog (Five by five)
[Obie Trice]
Niggaz conive, I thought you know it
Ya main man setting up, nigga ya blew it
Told him what you doing, baby, ya ruined
You ain't knowing (6-6-6)
[Proof]
The Devil's ya man, the ghetto's ya land
When you got not, to blot, turned yellow and ran
When you got sugar, why settle for sand
Never snitch when you clip, and put yo medal's in cans
[J-Hill]
(Seven by seven) Rule seven, cattle where my heart at
You want beef in the street, don't start that
Cause we will have some niggaz, up in yo apartment
Jumping outta places, where it's real dark at
[Obie Trice]
(Eight by eight) Ya carrying weight, hey, but wait
A lot of hungry niggaz, know where you stay
Address ya address, change ya place
Before ya spray nigga (Nine by nine)
[Proof]
I learned a lot from the stank, if you got bank
Fuck buying gats bitch, get a tank
Fuck a fire arm, get a wire bomb
Cause when you blow yourself up, at least you dying warm {*explosion*}
[Chorus]
[Proof] Ten reasons, nine glocks, eight shots
[Proof] Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (JH: Fo' sho')
[Proof] Three cousins, two hot, one law, family
[Proof] We putting no man befo', ten jewels, now tell 'em
[J-Hill] It's one purpose, one goal, two halves
[J-Hill] Get it hold, three niggaz, one soul (Proof: Fo' sho')
[J-Hill] Five ways, six days, seven plus
[J-Hill] AK we could let the nine spray (Proof: Ten jewels)
[Verse 2 - Proof]
(Nine by nine) Oh I'm not real, cause I pop pills
Bring ya BLOCK, to my BLOCK, nigga get ya whole block killed
Don't let the purple pill, shit confuse you
When outta my head, a life'll lose you nigga
[Obie Trice]
(Eight by eight) You lay at ya weight, you was played
Slug struck ya Escalade, ya brain
Rest on what Motor City paved
No more sunny days (Seven by seven)
[J-Hill]
Rule seven, somethin you better tell 'em
Good coke, good weed, y'all better sell 'em
Cause they'll put something, up in ya cerebellum
Proof you better tell 'em (Six by six)
[Proof]
Assume it's only for conversations
Let's conversate, super the nigga the .38 and
Dip, mono set trip, empty out the clip
Hold up! a .38 ain't got clips (Five by five)
[Obie Trice]
Niggaz be live, before they die
Until they test the wrong animal, then they spirit fly
Just know the game, why you playing the tough guy
That's yo life (Four by four)
[J-Hill]
For all you niggaz, think this rap shit's a joke
You get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and cloke
I put my fucking heart into this shit that I wrote
You motherfuckers on some dope (Three by three)
[Proof]
Watch who near you, fuckers on ya rearview
Outta life, yo the trife wanna clear you
Don't get caught on E, and fought on streets
Be a victim of "Grand Theft Auto 3" (Two by two)
[Obie Trice]
Trust no one, when ya getting 'em
Put ya life in perspective, ya killing 'em
Envious niggaz, stay jealousy driven
Niggaz need to be listening (One by one)
[J-Hill]
It's one reason, why I still let you breath
It's one reason, why the fucking Tech won't squeeze
It's one reason, why you ain't +Gone+ like +N'Sync+
That's cause it's, one other nigga that'll do it for me
[Chorus]
obie trice - adrenaline rush
Obie Trice - Adrenaline Rush
by Obie Trice
Get the fuck up, motherfucker
Hey yo, when i step up on the bar
everybody hits the fuckin floor
lucky motherfuckers make it to the door
cause when i spit on the mics, i spit raw
which cause confusion, from the bar to the dance floor
i keep the club on the vex
cause he got a penny when i spit and replace a lot of shit
niggas get the wildin
when my words, echo the room like "Get yo hand outta my pocket"
you sock shit, when my topics rockin
im banned from clubs cause of my toxic tonsils
loud, speakin like a fuckin sports announcer
i spit the blah hah, till you rush the bouncer
or rush the motherfucker in your way whos bouncin
you know obie trice, keeps those gats pronouncin
[Chorus]
Get live motherfucka, when i speak motherfucka
out ya seat mothafucka, out my reach mothafucka
shady records till i sleep mothafucka
obie trice, nothin but street mothafucka
tear this bitch up, until you bleed mothafucka
i wouldnt give a fuck who you be mothafucka
punk, pussy, bitch or g mothafucka
adrenaline rush before you leave mothafucka
when i speak, i blow out ya tweeters, im dark
show out in speakers, roll out with heaters
im just an animal, eatin the game
jungle monkey, fuck yah obies the name
i roll solo, never been a holdo
keep gats fo fo, when cats act loco
where you at when im movin a crowd
you get trampled, mashed on, detroit style
up out ya seats, pump out the ease
off the beats, the crowd obie please
where my niggas at smokin them trees
off the cogniac, finger fuckin a sleeze
thats how it is when you party with me
you dont like it, you l seven like a square beat
[Chorus]
Ever since i came, i rearranged the place with blaze
stage dive with coke ceivers, dna
im so addicted to gettin niggas lifted
drunk off of liquid
obie trice, the misfit
doucin the crowd with piss and brows
we underground mothafucka, fix your frowns
i be the boy with the whiskey tour
off of wiskey, youve never been this deep before
so, throw up ya hands and peep out yo mans
when i come through, next quarter
trice that the fiends use
and trust, im attackin it
i cook up the hot shit like ainslee havin it
thats why im so miraculous
and obie gets you niggas pumped up
i see you next collisiem chump
thats right, you come to obie trice fucked up
of ease, drunk, weed
[Chorus]
obie trice - after party
[Nate Dogg]
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)
[Obie Trice (Verse 1)]
You know a nigga wanna touch your body
We can keep in touch having after parties
You know you wanna fuck cause youâ??re acting naughty
You see us in the mattress probably
Wanna be involved cause the entourage Iâ??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 youâ??re coming from
Cause hey that nigga got dick for days
There aint too many niggas blessing Oâ??s ways I guess
I just get better with old age cause in my ?? made me say â??MAYDAYâ?
Anyway, today Iâ??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 niggaâ??s ??
[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]
At the after party we can get naughty watching your body get this shit started
Coke and Bacardi pimp juice and gin and Iâ??m off and ready to roll
At the after party itâ??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)
[Obie Trice (Verse 2)]
You know Iâ??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 itâ??s a nigga in my click you like
If the missâ??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 sheâ??s undressing for that sex, right
[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]
[Obie Trice (Verse 3)]
Take time off my hectic schedule
Just to give you the pleasure you request for
When I hit your spine thatâ??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 whoâ??s nuts your own
Shes in such of a rush to cum
Wanna choke on the dong, like itâ??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 Triceâ??s groin
[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]
obie trice - all of my life
[Nate Dogg]
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)
[Obie Trice (Verse 1)]
You know a nigga wanna touch your body
We can keep in touch having after parties
You know you wanna fuck cause youâ??re acting naughty
You see us in the mattress probably
Wanna be involved cause the entourage Iâ??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 youâ??re coming from
Cause hey that nigga got dick for days
There aint too many niggas blessing Oâ??s ways I guess
I just get better with old age cause in my ?? made me say â??MAYDAYâ?
Anyway, today Iâ??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 niggaâ??s ??
[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]
At the after party we can get naughty watching your body get this shit started
Coke and Bacardi pimp juice and gin and Iâ??m off and ready to roll
At the after party itâ??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)
[Obie Trice (Verse 2)]
You know Iâ??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 itâ??s a nigga in my click you like
If the missâ??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 sheâ??s undressing for that sex, right
[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]
[Obie Trice (Verse 3)]
Take time off my hectic schedule
Just to give you the pleasure you request for
When I hit your spine thatâ??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 whoâ??s nuts your own
Shes in such of a rush to cum
Wanna choke on the dong, like itâ??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 Triceâ??s groin
[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]
obie trice - average man
[Verse 1]
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 (*gunshot*) it's all over, when the fo fo blows and goes (*gunshot*)
[Chorus]
When I'm up in the club
And these niggaz they wanna act tough
'Til they get plugged
Watch them bullets go (*bullet shot*)
Now you touched from a slug
Huggin the streets like you in love
Your heart race like (*flatline*)
The ambulance arrive (*police siren*)
They rush you to the spinner, flyin by my ride
Engine like (*engine revs*), homie you just died
Your family through cryin, I pulled off a crime
Just as quick as ..
[Verse 2]
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 pop (*gunshot*), 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 earths land
I will POP before decayin in earths land
You get SHOT for playin me less than a man motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Niggaz 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 pull 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 (*gunshot*) 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
obie trice - bad bitch
[Intro]
Obie...
[Chorus: Timberland]
You got a Bad Bitch said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to roll and get to know Obie
Claming' that she loved everything that he do (Hey...)
You got a Bad Bitch said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to roll and get to know Obie
Claming' that she loved everything that he do (Hey, Hey)
[Verse 1]
Yes it's "O" Trice, I don' jumped outta "High's"
Writing to the microphone life, "yeah this is right"
This is less stringuest niggaz, this is tight (..ight)
This is more dividends niggaz, get it right (..ight)
Stomping' like "Timberlands" niggaz, a pair of "Nikes"
But this is more "Timberland" nigga and Obie Trice
The combination is invade the "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
And her ass hanging out, nigga advance
This a world of a night, better start with the pants...
[Chorus: Timberland]
You got a Bad Bitch said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to roll and get to know Obie
Claming' that she loved everything that he do (Hey...)
You got a Bad Bitch said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to roll and get to know Obie
Claming' that she loved everything that he do (Hey, Hey)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, lets keep this shit in motion (motion)
Cause we gon hang out 'til we hung over then "I.V Profin"
Adios when (O's when)
I fucked them thighs who influenced with the game that was spoken
I'mma make sure she open (Open!)
MÃ?©nage AÃ?' 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-insensately all 'morn
And she needed cause funs up in the purse not growing'
Bitch beat it my "one's" you gets none (Nada)
To feel she's treated as if a "Playboy" or Play her dumb
I skiided so bitch your Playboy is on the run
Deleted the bitch outta direct con-nection
Thanks for calming' down my erect-tionun
[Chorus: Timberland]
You got a Bad Bitch said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to roll and get to know Obie
Claming' that she loved everything that he do (Hey...)
You got a Bad Bitch said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to roll and get to know Obie
Claming' that she loved everything that he do (Hey, Hey)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I speak the words of experience (oh) lady I'm "serious"
Lyrics on my deliverance is oh so vivid bitch.
Oh no hoes up, hoes I spit it bitch (spit it)
Roll up, smoke up dro, and spit on this (spit it)
I'mma outta order cause I break the ice
And squirt liquid in your eyes, all you see is "little guys"
Swimming' in women they claming' they like my style
Treat 'em like "Ike" and ride (bitch!)
I don't a fuck I got the height
Sure your right, I'm "Barry White" tonight (hey)
You feeling' alright
"Got a Buzz" and this huzzie saying "O's her type"
I take her to the high-end and strike (ahh)
Trick for hire, I'll never buy her to bite
Despite she tight, I'll tell the bitch "You can have a nice Life"
See I'm working with these "I's" in this rhymes
It's "I's" all's that's not in (??) time.
[Chorus: Timberland]
You got a Bad Bitch said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to roll and get to know Obie
Claming' that she loved everything that he do (Hey...)
You got a Bad Bitch said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to roll and get to know Obie
Claming' that she loved everything that he do (Hey, Hey)
[Outro]
obie trice - ballad of obie trice
[Chorus]
O, O, O, O, O
I think this
Obie Trice [7X]
O, O, O, O
[Obie Trice: talking over chorus]
I'd like to reintroduce myself, haha
If you don't know by now. It's Obie Trice man
[1st verse]
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 thru? Or do I just speak thru 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]
[Obie talking over chorus]
Seen it, I done ate it, I done shit it
Slept it, lived it, now I spit it
Shady
[2nd verse]
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 thats 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'ma be here certainly
With no uncertainties, yes indeed, I'ma get this cheese and that's why he's
[Chorus fades out]
[Obie talking over chorus]
That's why I'm
That's what made me
Haha
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
obie trice - battle cry
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Battle cry
I've been shot by my critics
Took the bout by the cynics
Feel like my life's on display
Like the museum exhibits
Puts my life on the line
Invested years in these rhymes
Street's thirst and they need it
Now hear my battle cry
O-Trice, back, at it
They don't wanna see him platinum
They just wanna see him pratted
They just wanna see him tec something
Get next to him
So they can be the first to rat it
Savage, put him in a cascet
Categorize him, say Cheers was a classic
That's it, as if
He ain't bring the city to the masses
Minus Mathers, but my name is astrous
Like the ain't shown them where the cash at mine
O has fucked[?], as you should
Never mind a player hater, as long as you could
Never change, gutter
So you can downplay my name, O still the same
Come on
Keep going, keep going on
Keep going, keep going on
This my battle cry, battle cry
[x2]
Waiting with patience
In the dark like a vagrant
Determining this circus
[?] want entertainment
My wings have been clipped, but now I'm ready to fly
In the heavens with angels
While devils wished I died
O-Trice, back, at it
I ain't never came whack
All I ever gave's crack
All I ever gave's back
Ain't a human being on this earth saying opposite that
You can misconstrue what he do
Cuz he cruise in an automobile?
I know how to double-up
Then double platinum
No matter the circus stands, see I emerge from that
Used to serve the bundles, now the verse intact
Used to worship onions, now I service rap
The certain cat's uncertain with that
They'd rather see him service, dirtnap
Like I deserve them curses
Like I don't speak in cursive
Like I ain't got a purpose
Beast of the streets
Dope stay on O-Trice's person
Keep going, keep going on
Keep going, keep going on
This my battle cry, battle cry
[x3]
Bme, Obie Trice, 2011, Bottoms Up
You know
Some days you the dog, some days you the hydrant
Gotta keep moving
obie trice - body guard
(Dr. Dre)
Yeah, yo lets bring it
[Chorus](Eminem)
What you gonna do when shit hits the fan
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man
Will u be as hard as you say you are
Or you gonna run and go get your body guard I said
What you gonna do when shit hits the fan
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man
Show us you as hard as you say you are
Or you gonna run and go get your body guard
(Dr. Dre)
Niggas is so gangsta, niggas is thugs
niggas'll spend their whole life battlin' drugs
slangin dope and hopes of one day
bein able to own they own label
and give the game up
some niggas came up
and some just didnt
its just the way it is
if it aint minute just isn't
some niggas'll get money
and pay niggas to back em
so they can act up
feel comfortable an rap tough
and thats ass backwards
them niggas'll keep comin back
and thats when extortion happens
to the struggle to get free
I know how this shit be
you give anything that look legitimately
but you gonna find if you do get in this industry
that its best to do bussiness with me then against me
niggas get behind mics and aint even emcees
niggas get on mtv just to diss me
this shit dont even piss me off
I'm laughing all the way to the bank
watching you saddle life in my bentley
you niggas aint even got a car
you're so far under my radar
I dont even know who the fuck you are
To tell you to suck my dick while im pissing
I dont even listen to ya shit
to know who the fuck im dissing
and media just feeds into these feuds
trying to add fuel to the fire
this little nigga Ja Rule
talking about hes gonna slap me
nigga please you gotta jump
and swing up to hit me in the knees
I laugh at these magazines when they interview em
all they doing is making fake threats to us through em
ya pussy ya not Pac i knew em
Pac was a real nigga, you just a fucking insult to him
its too bad, we had a fall out before he passed
because if he could he see this shit now
he'd be whoopin your ass
you're talkin to a pioneer who engineered this shit
for nineteen years who ya got in ya ear Ssssss (Suge)
I aint even gotta say it, the fans know
quit trying to be tough nigga,
you look like an asshole
[Chorus](Eminem)
What you gonna do when shit hits the fan
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man
Will u be as hard as you say you are
Or you gonna run and go get your body guard I said
What you gonna do when shit hits the fan
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man
Show us you as hard as you say you are
Or you gonna run and go get your body guard
(Obie Trice)
They say why dont we increase the peace
the only piece to crease
is that which deletes ya peeps
cuz niggas run mouths but they dont want streets
till that 4-5 decease ya speech
ya its a shame how the beef'll creep
coulda reached a peak
now ya left with a horrible leap
i'm trying to be as bleep
with my speech as possible
just incase a nigga try to throw me an obstacle
nigga im not boxing you
i'm hospitable
i put you in a hospital thats how i get at you
let the doc op on you he dont rid you
you back on them streets
i send another hit at you
this is not a hypocritical issue
i will critical condition ya tissue
give a fuck if you bring all ten of them with you
i throw an extra ten of them missiles
turn gangstas into gentleman fickle
and ever since Eminem dissed you
i swear i see the woman and bitch in you
all this bickering back and forth over who signs who
curtis pull ya skirt up ya got murdered
now take it like a man and shake it off DAMN
and quit tellin all these magazines ya plans
how you gonna slap up my man, ya fictious
nigga we'll send stan to come murder ya bitches
[Chorus](Eminem)
What you gonna do when shit hits the fan
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man
Will u be as hard as you say you are
Or you gonna run and go get your body guard I said
What you gonna do when shit hits the fan
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man
Show us you as hard as you say you are
Or you gonna run and go get your body guard
(Obie Trice)
Hahaha..Yeah, go out and buy
all the gangstas you want nigga
matter of fact go get every
gangster from everyhood
in the United States of America
to back you nigga,
aint nobody riding with you
you cant see that
you fell off nigga
HAHAHA, DAMN !
Shady / Aftermath motherfucka
obie trice - bottoms up
I'd like to thank you all for purchasing the new Obie Trice album
It's well appreciated
I'd like to thank you all for copping my classic Cheers
The Seconds Round's On Me
It's well appreciated, no doubt
Detroit city stand up
They say when a nigga for testing
They say that he stay kept with his Smith & Wesson
Story tells us his accomplishment's a blessing
Now that's what the fuck I call an urban legend
When a verse kept him from serving corrections
Turf he slept in had notorious conditions
All of symptoms that ought to send me to prison
Yet he had a vision
And since then, I've witnessed those visions
An eye witness
To put sense into it, you ain't listening
Get it? I hate to keep twisting 'em
My mind ventures, I spit with conviction
Nothing fabricated or based of forcism
Simply kicking what's living in O Trice's system
Come on
I wanna thank Shady records for backing me up
For all those years
Nigga, Eminem, Paul Rosenberg, Riggs Morales
I wanna thank all my label mates, D12, 50 Cent, G-Unit
Stat Quo, Bobby Creek' and Cashis
It's been one hell of a run
Album number truces, found him in a booth nostalging
With Dre pounding the beat machine
O Trice say nothing, deleting them
'Scope couldn't destroy my evening
We are the elite, machine
Niggas is ass backwards, thinking they in the class, as if
And have access to these type of masses
When I seen this, massive
From a black teen with dreams of being this rapper
What happened is that he slipped between the cracks
Brought to your ears all the years that I've captured
Re-appeared after Cheers, the classic
Second Round's On Me showed you O mastered it
Cause Obie not an actor in this shit
Actually, it's action show you know different
I'm ah be a victim on the set that I lived in
'Til I die, it's Obie Tri'
Try to understand this psychological spare
From serving them grams to inserving them fans
That's right, Obie hurting them, man
obie trice - cheers
Cheers
Obie Trice
[talking in backround]
Yeah
We aint here to mourn
We here to celebrate
So this one is for all my doggs that didnââ?¬â?¢t make it in the struggle man
[Verse 1]
I remember when I was on the ave clutchin them dimes
Gun touchin my spine, bustin my rhymes
Feelin like im livin in them lost times
No sight of the future, damn right ill shoot ya
Palm tight on the rooster
Old in the face cuz this hoe on my case got my growth at a fast pace
Old folks like ââ?¬Å?Obie, oh heââ?¬â?¢s bad case
He wont last, his track record will do the mathââ?¬
Crack solicitation on the avenue is not new to ya listeners but this is true, listen up
I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else I might as well give this up
Feel me now, from rocks to pow-pows, glocks to powder
I done did it all so I clutch my balls and notice they still here
So Obie is still here
So Kobe, hereââ?¬â?¢s to you with daddyââ?¬â?¢s new career
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of beer
And put em up letââ?¬â?¢s cheer
Hereââ?¬â?¢s a toast to all my souljas who aint here
This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie pour some out
Now grab ya cups of gin
And put em up letââ?¬â?¢s win
Hereââ?¬â?¢s a toast to never lookin back again
This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
Get ya bottles homie pour some out
[Verse 2]
Now I understand that every man got a story to tell
Well fuck it I got a story as well
Growin up where us niggas either buried or jailed
Popped by dirty Harry or popped by the cops for the yayo
Locked in a cell, whoââ?¬â?¢s to blame
When I was raised in this hood where my crew was slain
Only a few remains, yo talk about struggle
With your bubble gum lifestyles nigga fuck you
Iââ?¬â?¢m here today for fam passed away
Bodies deep six nigga flesh decayed
Real cats who had tecs to spray
Babies to raise, missed them cradles went strait to the grave
That hood life is in me
So I sip the remmie while my pockets scream gimme
Lend me your ear, Iââ?¬â?¢m guaranteeing yall feelin me
Strait from the block to the industry
[Chorus]
Yeah!
All my homies thatââ?¬â?¢s deceased rest in peace
My nigga ?
Lil green
P Funk youââ?¬â?¢ll be home in a minute nigga
Haha, we get it poppin
Got a chance to speak to the world nigga
And I aint stopping
Strait off the crack
obie trice - crazy
[Chorus] (2x)
They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck
Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts
Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)
Cause they don't know nothin 'bout me
Trice is the truth, puncture your roof
If what I enunciate ain't gettin through you
Listen nigga, School Craft raised me
Hey bay-bay, you don't wanna fuckin play with me
I got the K covered up in the back
Got the pistol on my side nigga, O stay strapped
Stacks in the jeans, this is a natural thing
I don't act out a movie, I'm actually the scene
I pull up on the scene, nigga holla back
With a bad bitch Italian and black
They don't take double takes, they take Kodaks
Coast through the club relaxed, where the V.I.P. at
Coast under the cub, post underneath the duds
Supposed to, I'm a muh'fuckin thug
But they say he crazy cause he don't give a fuck
First nigga play me, light his ass up
[Chorus]
Yeah I'm crazy, the hood made me
So O abide by the code on the daily
Niggaz get it twisted, bitches get it twisted
Cause I live like unrealistically
Ay, my nigga Breed in the booth with me
Motor City 'til them paul bearers dig me
Underneath the soil
Ain't no future in your frontin, nigga I'm Detroit loyal
Oh so what you know karate? I know crazy
Hit you with somethin leave your left side lazy
Comin for the whole shebang, yup, believe that
Take it like I want it, get behind ya like I need that
'Til I get more "Whassup's" than Martin
Get drunk, come through, bust up the party
Tonight, very night, Breed and Obie Trice
You say our ass crazy, yeah you motherfuckin right
[Chorus]
Say I need Ritalin, cause when the choppers start riddlin
Bodies start droppin, disappearin
Tempers start flarin, nigga nuttin up
Ain't no comin back from that bruh
Ay, bad days some faggot in a bag
Give a fuck what neighborhood you at
What Dilla dick you suckin, when the pistols buckin
Lord knows someone family's sufferin
And I ain't the nigga that'll start the beef
I lay back, I ain't got a problem with G
But lick her and niggaz like twelve hits of E
Suicidal, somebody on their way to meet Jesus
These demons keep chasin me
Get away from me, or the Ak speaks
No wonder why they see him as a freak
Say he crazy, in the muh'fuckin street
[Chorus]
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