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I'd like to thank you all for the new Obie Trice album
It's well
I'd like to you all for copping
my Cheers
The Round's On Me,
it's well appreciated, no
city stand up
They say a nigga for testing
They say that he stay with his
Smith &
Story us his accomplishment's a blessing
Now that's what the fuck I call an legend
a verse kept him from serving corrections
Turf he slept in had notorious
All of symptoms that ought to me to prison
Yet he had a
And then, I've witnessed those visions
An eye witness to put into it, you ain't listening
Get it? I to keep twisting 'em
My ventures, I spit with conviction
Nothing fabricated or based of
Simply kicking what's living in O system,
I thank Shady records for backing me up for all those years
Nigga, Eminem, Paul Rosenberg, Morales, (?)
I wanna all my label mates, D12, 50 Cent, G-Unit
Quo, Bobby Creek' and Cashis, it's been one hell of a run
Album truces
him in a booth nostalging
With Dre pounding the machine
O say nothing, deleting them
'Scope couldn't destroy my
We are the elite,
Niggas is ass backwards, they in the class, as if
And have access to these of masses
When I seen this,
From a black with dreams of being this rapper
What is that he slipped between the cracks
Brought to your ears all the years that I've
Re-appeared after Cheers, the
Second Round's On Me you O mastered it
Obie not an actor in this shit
Actually, action show you know different
I'm ah be a on the set that I lived in
'til I die, it's Tri'
Try to understand this span
From serving grams to inserving them fans
That's right, hurting them, man