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I'd like to thank you all for purchasing the new Trice album
well appreciated
I'd like to you all for copping
my classic
The Seconds On Me,
well appreciated, no doubt
Detroit stand up
say when a nigga for testing
They say he stay kept with his
Smith &
Story tells us his a blessing
Now that's what the fuck I call an urban
When a verse kept him from corrections
Turf he in had notorious conditions
All of symptoms that ought to me to prison
Yet he had a
And then, I've witnessed those visions
An eye to put sense into it, you ain't listening
Get it? I hate to twisting 'em
My ventures, I spit with conviction
Nothing or based of forcism
Simply kicking what's living in O system,
I wanna thank records for backing me up for all those years
Nigga, Eminem, Paul Rosenberg, Morales, (?)
I wanna thank all my label mates, D12, 50 Cent,
Stat Quo, Bobby Creek' and Cashis, it's been one of a run
Album truces
found him in a booth
Dre pounding the beat machine
O Trice say nothing, them
couldn't destroy my evening
We are the elite,
Niggas is ass backwards, thinking in the class, as if
And have access to these of masses
When I seen this,
From a black teen with dreams of this rapper
What happened is that he slipped between the
Brought to your all the years that I've captured
Re-appeared after Cheers, the
Round's On Me showed you O mastered it
Cause Obie not an actor in shit
Actually, action show you know different
I'm ah be a on the set that I lived in
'til I die, Obie Tri'
Try to this psychological span
From serving them grams to them fans
That's right, Obie them, man